Rich

I've always loved the cool, functional simplicity of the Aria/Westone headstock. I definitely prefer 2+2 or 3+2 to 4 inline.

This Is Mine - Heaven 17

Cardiac Arrest - Madness

Pimple Twist Of Fate - Bob Dylan

The Lone Ranger - Quantum Jump

Spin You Ahound - Poodle of Mudd

Come Fry With Me - Ol' Blue Eyes

Misty Mountain Hob - Led Zep

This Is The (Bell)End - Doors

You Idiot - Toby Fox

As good as it appears to be, it is totally blown out of the water and into matchstick sized smithereens by the extraordinary teeny-tinies built by our own @Jabba_the_gut. They have to be heard to be believed. Here are a couple of shots of his amazing instruments from one of the South West Bass Bashes.

Yes. I get through quite a lot of superglue..!

Kinky Boots - Honor Blackman & Patrick Macnee

We tend to rehearse on the Wednesday prior to a gig. The two or three day gap allows for any personal practice time to work on anything that didn't go so well at rehearsal, if needed.

Pardon Me, Madam, My Name Is Eve - Elvis Costello

With a Little Bit of Luck - My Fair Lady OST

There It Is - Shalamar

Pretty in Pink - Psychedelic Furs

Lip Up Fatty - Bad Manners

Yes, I went to one of the national Bashes. I still have some of the photos I took that day. I remember Jon Shuker was there.

Fixed.

Not a personal embarrassment this, but a brilliant anecdote I read years ago which is too good not to relate. Hopefully I've got the details right. It was related by a drummer whose band were booked to play a tea dance, can't remember the venue. He travelled there under his own steam, with the rest of the band following in the bus/van/whatevs. He got there first, and set his kit up. No sign of the band. Time marches on, still no sign of the band. He waited nervously at his kit and absent-mindedly started playing a quiet waltz. He looked up and, to his horror, couples were taking to the floor and starting to dance to his unaccompanied rhythm. He kept it going for a few minutes, and eventually ended on a graceful rall to polite applause. Someone handed him a note and he opened it, hoping it's going to tell him that the band are just arriving. Instead, he reads, "Please can you play Red Roses For A Blue Lady?". (A few minutes later, another note arrived to tell him that the bus/van/whatevs. had blown up on the motorway and the band will not be joining him.)

Could have been worse. You could have done a stage dive and no-one caught you... I remember a support act from years back who were a bass & drums duo. They had this weird lectern thing between them on stage which it turned out was concealing the laptop from which they were reading all the chords and lyrics. They spent the whole gig pretending to face the audience but looking at the laptop out of the corner of their eye. They had a backing track with drum and keys parts on it, and weirdly it also it had the guitar solos on it too. So whenever it came to a solo, the guitarist would keep strumming away, peering awkwardly at the chords on the laptop, while the recorded solo wailed away in the background. To put the lid on it, they both looked bored out of their minds. The whole thing was toe-curlingly dreadful, saved only by the bassist's beautiful vintage Les Paul Triumph bass and his uncanny resemblance to Alan Partridge. Ah-haa.