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Refusal to design a soundhole to suit the instrument, instead just throwing on a random f-hole. Fanned-fret basses. The "Dingwall/Darkglass" atonal screech. What's considered "Prog" these days. Lollipop tuners. People playing the "My Generation" solo incorrectly OR other band members taking a solo each. Youtube demos that give us a clean DI tone only. The bass stylings of Mark King. YouTube thumbnails. Tech 21's UK distributor. Tool. David Tennant. BBQ sauce on pizza.

I think probably the shop I spent the most time in was in Canterbury, where I went to university. A place called – I think – castle street music, or something like that. It was a guitar shop on castle street, and businesses in Canterbury tend to go for pretty straightforward names. It was a funny little shop that, like most shops in the city, was actually two tiny old storefronts knocked together, with a little doorway between the two. I went in there a few times a month and played basses, bought strings, etc., and made awkward conversation with the guys who ran the place. I'm sure I was an irritating nuisance as I never had the money to buy anything big, but they didn't chase me away. Sadly they shut down not long after I graduated, so I never got to go back there as a taxpayer with cash and buy something shiny to pay them back for all the time I'd taken up. All the chat about the Denmark street of old reminded me of a funny experience I had a few months ago. My company's office is about five minutes' walk from there, and I swing by the shops from time to time to buy strings and fill my lunchbreak. There was one day when I popped into Wunjo to get some bass strings and chatted for a bit with the bass cellar guys about some instruments they'd recently gotten in. I came out, walked to the junction with Charing Cross Road and found myself absentmindedly thinking "hmm. Should I got up to the Virgin Megastore or get on the tube and go straight up to Camden?" It passed in a flash, but for that moment my brain was fully transported back to the summer of 2003, I was 16 and frittering away my paycheck from the supermarket.

Wow, it’s all downhill from here though ☹️

My dad's a keyboard player and he's genuinely one of the nicest people I know... but ... I can't share a stage with him!

I know (now) that Hipshot do conversion rings to take them up to 18mm, but I thought I'd save myself twenty quid with my homespun solution.

Here's a cool pic of Tom Petersson on stage with the bass Pic by Alive Coverage

Same here old farts, see you in ... 11 days. 🤪

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Had a oedal from @Earbrass... Arrived after some Royal Mail Shenanigans... All Good.