Rich

How about "Is It Good For Metal?" or "My Favourite Waste Of TIM" or "Proud To Be A Clown Whore"..?

The Three Horseshoes in Bradford on Avon. Ska band's xmas gig. Oh my word, what a blast the place was utterly rammed, i mean like 6 deep at the bar, up and dancing from the B of the bang. The landlord was so chuffed he gave us £200 more than we'd agreed on and demanded that we do it again next xmas Good to see breadbin there, sorry I was too distracted to chat for long -- the pressure of the load-out plus I'd lost my wallet (it turned up, thank god).

Likewise. More than happy with my current crop. Each one has its own job: Shuker J five - the modern hi-fi one. Sire V7 five - the workhorse Jazz one. Wal Pro 2E - the treasured possession and investment (in need of servicing, if I'm honest). Westone Thunder 1A - the P bass, on steroids. The JayRay - the fretless one. Ibanez BTB 6-string - the jazzy ironing board. Tanglewood ABG - the acoustic one. The only GAS I have is pipe-dream lottery win stuff: a Wal 5-string and a '65 Jazz. Best part of 20 grand there.

24 as a preference, but I do like at least 21. One of the few things that annoys me about my Sire V7 is that they stuck too closely to the J-bass recipe, and gave it a 20 fret neck. I have never understood why Leo designed them like that... what the hell is the point of a range of E to Eb..??

Bring back flogging, I say. https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/124016318859?_trksid=p11021.c100851.m5053&_trkparms=aid%3D1110001%26algo%3DSPLICE.SIM%26ao%3D1%26asc%3D20170803121420%26meid%3D8e87c06995d94e958bc1e4f9bf47ce3b%26pid%3D100851%26rk%3D1%26rkt%3D4%26b%3D1%26sd%3D163996275991%26itm%3D124016318859%26pmt%3D0%26noa%3D1%26pg%3D11021&ul_noapp=true

That is superb. I think I might build something similar into my cheap wardrobe bespoke storage unit. My new year project right there

There used to be a completely brilliant busking quartet in Swindon called the Lost T-shirts Of Atlantis, their standup bass was epic; the body was an old tin bath with a plywood lid, and the neck was a length of stair bannister. I so wish I had a photo of it. Talk about the perfect skiffle bass.

Yup, I like this one too.

Is that a euphemism?

What a lovely instrument! Sound-wise it's very similar to a Kubicki Factor, to my ears anyway. This is very definitely not a bad thing.

I'd absolutely love to do a ska version of I Wish It Could Be Xmas Every Day, but we've got no rehearsal time before our next gig to arrange and rehearse it. Definitely going to do it next year.

Fundraiser at Malmesbury Town Hall. Tix sold out in 3 days flat a couple of months ago, so a big crowd well up for it. A silly xmas gig demands a silly band, so we went fancy dress. I'm the hippy on the extreme left, in the hideous tie-dye and the Itchiest Wig In The World. Darth Santa at the back is our alto saxist, he'd cut a hole in the mask to allow him to play with it on Sounded great out front apparently, but gtrist and I were plagued by hum thanks to a hearing aid loop we couldn't switch off. Grr.

Usually in inverse proportion. All the best musicians I've played with have been ego-free and their own harshest critics.

If I were in the OP's position, my reaction to 'you're fired, oh and will you play the gig' would have been in three stages: 1. Laugh. 2. "Hell will freeze over before I do that. Good luck." 3. Stand up, walk away, no backward glance, never speak to them again. If meeting is in a pub, abandon pint if necessary just to show that you mean business.

I can see where this is headed.

1. Soul Destroyers at The Horseshoe, Downend: it was one of those gigs where the entire band was on the very top of its game, everything just clicked and the result was just an absolute joy to be part of. I even took lead vocal on one tune (Try A Little Tenderness) and managed to make a decent fist of that too. I was gutted when the lights finally went back up, I wanted to play the whole lot all over again. 2. Train To Skaville, Swiss Chalet, Swindon: my amp let me down, spent nearly the whole night farting** and cutting out (subsequent examination showed that the preamp valve was falling out of its socket; put this right and its been fine & dandy ever since). Obviously this affected my game and I played like an utter muppet all night. Both of these factors conspired to make me a miserable bastid. Mood was only lifted by witnessing two comedy punch-ups after last orders. Well I say 'punch-ups'... one consisted of a couple of blokes shoving each other in the car park going "yeah?" "yeah?" "come on then" "no, you come on then" "no, YOU come on" etc. and the other was two blokes being restrained on opposite sides of the pub shouting "C**T!!" as loudly as possible at each other. They helped my miserable bastidness a bit, but not by much as I was fairly sure at this point that my amp was expensively fecked. 3. Falling Fish at the Marshfest in Marshfield. The finest young band I have seen in a very, very long time. Great musicianship and excellent songs. 4. See 2 above. ** to clarify: I'm referring to the amp here, rather than the bassist

Oops. Pardon me for making an off-topic observation. I'll keep my gob shut.

I used to think all blues songs were the same, until I depped with a blues band... The bass has so much influence, it puts you in control especially if you're with a like-minded drummer. You can turn a plod into a shuffle at the drop of a hat.

I know, it winds them up something chronic. Love it it's almost as much fun as baiting the 'Raygestapo on the SBMM forums.

Are there any women here today?