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Interesting read: https://www.themanufacturer.com/articles/barefaced-audio-rocking-the-speaker-world-with-innovation/

It's about Queen, so I'm guessing if they bought out 12 films, you might find 5 minutes in each one that might be OK; a little like their albums .

Hi all, just a quick hello. Been on the books since the bassworld days but not of late due to loosing my job and getting divorced, then becoming homeless within the space of a week. Back to playing and on the lookout for a very cheap lefty bass, as I had to sell my collection to be able to eat. Glad to be back here, feeling human.

Simply awesome @Andyjr1515

Well discussed... sambucadan Members 0 17 posts Report post Posted October 11, 2011 Just to set the record completely straight 😉 The Streamer models are similar to Stuart Spector NS basses in terms of body shape, original one piece bridge (now a two piece) and headstock design, which caused a legal conflict when the Streamer was first introduced. Spector eventually sued Warwick for copying the body shape, but the jury decided not to fine Warwick[citation needed] It was well documented that the first versions of the Streamer were exact copies of the NS-Bass™. The SPECTOR® NS-Bass™ was designed by Ned Steinberger for Stuart Spector in 1977; 5-years before Warwick was formed. At the annual NAMM Show in 1985 Stuart Spector became aware that a new German-based company was producing exact copies of his now famous SPECTOR® NS-Bass™. Spector, along with Ned Steinberger, confronted Hans Wilfer and he agreed to pay a licensing fee to both SPECTOR® Guitars and Ned Steinberger in return for being able to continue to produce the Streamer without legal action.[2] Shortly after this agreement was reached, SPECTOR® sold to Kramer Guitars. The new owners had no interest in pursuing Warwick to enforce the licensing agreement and Warwick continued to make the Streamer without any consequence. It is also noted from several sources that Warwick never paid any of the agreed fees. In 1990 Kramer became insolvent and filed for bankruptcy. In the wake of their financial failure Stuart Spector formed Stuart Spector Design, LTD. in 1993. In 1997 after a lengthy court battle, Stuart Spector bought back the trademark and copyrights to SPECTOR® and threatened to sue Warwick to enforce the 1985 license agreement.[3] Facing new legal action from SPECTOR®, Warwick changed many design elements of the Streamer body to make it less like the NS-Bass™. The pending litigation was eventually dropped because the new Streamer design was no longer an exact copy of the NS-Bass™

Okay, can we all stop this now please? This is about the JH Warwick bass, not another Spector vs Warwick and certainly not does a Thumb neck dive yes or no thread. Come on guys.....

I was going to say that I had you down as a bit of a Viz fan, but then I realised you were using the word and not talking about the magazine!

It might be pretty good, then. Back in the day when people read reviews in Time Out before going anywhere in London, you could be sure of a good time if you exclusively went to things that the Time Out journos didn't like... but generally if the public like something, then I won't. Viz: Strictly, BGT, EastEnders, any currently-successful pop act, pizza, burgers, painted-on eyebrows, the Ford Mondeo, artificially-enhanced buttocks, and on and on. Actually, the Mondeo is a good car. But you get my drift.

Hi all. New to this forum and been reading up on the Steinberg Spirit strap mod thingy, having bought an XT25 this week. In agony after using it for a 4-hour rehearsal, I just moved the strap button from the end of the guitar to about 4 inches from the end, and about an inch down from the top (fitted it on back of body) - magic! At least now I can see the lower frets with my failing eyesight, and I'm not playing 2 frets higher than I think I am. Time will tell if it's a comfortable fix, but I'm hoping so!

So, if Kramer Guitars have no issue about it, why do some folk here have to continually beach about it? All the rest is old, been chewed over dozens of times. I like Warwick basses. The legal wrangle isn't my fault and has nothing to do with me. I also don't like the look of the Spector, slightly longer look. It isn't as well proportioned, IMHO. That is just my opinion. If some here don't like Warwick basses, then go and find another thread and keep off the few Warwick ones we have. /rant Phew. I feel better now.

I'm a firm believer in planting a seed first. ... Maybe it's a phrase, maybe just a word. But plant that first in your brain and forget about it. ... If it's good it'll come back again and again. ... Try not to get fixated in rhymes. ... The moon/june/swoon tune. You can always do that later when you're cleaning it up. ... Editing is a big part of writing. ... I wrote a book and the editing was the most painful part. ... Bob Dylan was asked where his early songs came from, Watchtower, Highway 61, etc, and he had no idea and said he could never write like that again. ... I like to write story songs so they have a beginning, a middle and an end. Then you know it's over. ... Study songs you like and try to figure out why they appeal to you. ... Writing is a commitment. Work at it and you'll be good. ...

Quick and dirty pic of my BB434 from Wed night. It acquitted itself well at band practice. Very happy with the sound, the ergonomics and the fit/finish. Would probably put beefier strings on it, the stock ones seem a little thin for my tastes but that's not the bass's fault. A lot of bass for £299, that's for sure.

Yeah, Hans Peter Pilfer has lots of those....... *cough* Spector royalties *cough* 😂

Heh, Country's easy. Here's a starter kit: DO-IT-YOURSELF COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG KIT I met her [1] [2]. I can still recall [3] she wore. 1. 2. 3. on the highway in September that purple dress in Sheboygan at McDonald's that little hat outside Fresno ridin' shotgun that burlap bra at a truck stop wrestlin' gators those training pants on probation all hunched over the stolen goods in a jail cell poppin' uppers that plastic nose in a nightmare sort of pregnant the Stassin pin incognito with joggers the neon sign in the Stone Age stoned on oatmeal that creepy smile in a treehouse with Merv Griffin the hearing aid in a gay bar dead all over the boxer shorts She was [4] [5]. 4. 5 sobbin' at the toll booth in the twilight drinkin' Dr. Pepper but I loved her weighted down with Twinkies by the off-ramp breakin' out with acne near Poughkeepsie crawlin' through the prairie with her cobra smellin' kind of funny when she shot me crashin' through the guardrail on her elbows chewin' on a hangnail with Led-Zeppelin talkin' in Swahili with Miss Piggy drownin' in the quicksand with a wetback slurpin' up linguini in her muu-muu and I knew [6]; [7] I'd [8] forever; 6. 7. 8. no guy would ever love her more I promised her stay with her that she would be an easy score I knew deep down warp her mind she'd bought her dentures in a store She asked me if swear off booze that she would be a crashing bore I told her shrink change my sex I'd never rate her more than "4" The judge declared punch her out they'd hate her guts in Baltimore My Pooh Bear said live off her it was a raven, nothing more I shrieked in pain have my rash we really lost the last World War The painters knew stay a dwarf I'd have to scrape her off the floor A Klingon said hate her dog what strong deodorants were for My hamster thought pick my nose that she was rotten to the core The blood test showed play "Go Fish" that I would upchuck on the floor Her rabbi said salivate She said to me [9]; But who'd have thought she'd [10] [11]; 9. 10. 11. our love would never die run off with my best friend there was no other guy wind up in my Edsel man wasn't meant to fly boogie on a surfboard that Nixon didn't lie yodel on "The Gong Show" her basset hound was shy sky dive with her dentist that Rolaids made her high turn green on her "WorkMate" she'd have a swiss on rye freak out with a robot she loved my one blue eye blast off with no clothes on her brother's name was Hy make it at her health club she liked "Spy vs. Spy" black out in a Maytag that birthdays made her cry bobsled with her guru she couldn't stand my tie grovel while in labour [12] goodbye. 12. You'd think at least that she'd have said I never had the chance to say She told her fat friend Grace to say I now can kiss my credit cards I guess I was too smashed to say I watched her melt away and sobbed She fell beneath the wheels and cried She sent a hired thug to say She freaked out on the lawn and screamed I pushed her off the bridge and waved But that's the way that pygmies say She sealed me in the vault and smirked

My current set up. Traynor YBA200-2 paired with A Traynor TC410 NEO cab. Bass's 1978 Music man stingray and Fender Jag.

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I'd like to add a caveat to this post. I've just been listening to the Let It Be - Naked remastered album. Now, that one sounds substantially better than the overblown tat and nonsense that Phil Spector produced. Right, as you were.

I like this - I think I'll have a play with it and see where it goes. I've thought of an ending, though. It needs work, but the basic shape's about there: So I'm sending you this letter saying what we did today The sights, the sounds, the smells, I could go on and on But when the waiter asked me, I had nothing real to say For she was only there in memory, reality's long gone

oh yes, a very powerful live band. i saw them on the Live Killers (or whatever it was billed as back then)tour, never heard a live band fill out a venue with so much coming from so little since.

Absolutely, you can't argue with that. They're old school, from a time when pop music wasn't all written by the same two people... yes there was Chinnichap and later SAW, but you know what I mean...

I thought this was going to be about finding guitarists with too many cabs.

Similar vibe, but with all kinds of price ranges: https://shop.samsonite.com/backpacks-duffels/ (US site, definitely available to buy over here) I bought one maybe 4 years ago for about £100 and it's excellent, still going with no signs of failing. Si

I have the same problem tauzero. The brain is very good at psychologically blocking out tinnitus but the moment you think about it it re-appears. Unfortunately I also have rhinitis which causes block sinuses and extenuates the tinnitus when it kicks in. The morning is the worst as I have to get my ears to pop before it clears.

A work colleague said the performances were spot on.

Just the 2 now, fender Jazz for gigging (nice fast neck), and Fender P (75) for learning new stuff (slightly chunkier neck ,good for learning then easier to gig on the jazz)

The differences between the older BB425 and BB1025 (both of which I have) are as follows: The BB1024/5 has: 1. A nickel silver rather than a plastic nut to deliver something akin to a "zero fret" 2. A better quality neck pup. Although the pup on the 424/5 is a beast and in some ways the 1024/5 is a more civilised version, so I'd say the end result is "different" rather than necessarily better! 3. 3 piece body and spline joint in the 1024/5 delivers greater strength 4. better quality bridge piece in the 1024/5 5. No Yamaha gig bag with the 424/5!

See There aren’t too many spoilers in there but I can tell you that the Live Aid bit is awesome 😎

Looks like a direct competitor to the Trace Elliot Elf & 2x8 cab doesn’t it!

My friend worked on it and said that Sasha Baron Cohen left the project because the script was changed to leave out all the ‘finer details’ and to not offend Freddies family, so they went for a more bubble gum friendly film, leaving out the raw details. Sure it’ll still be fun to watch though.

Must be Canadian tourists. I hear that the EU is looking for a few good positive people. They're calling their new program, Brentry, where the dog comes back with a winning lottery ticket in his mouth, the van gets repaired by the insurance company at no cost, the best friend dumps your wife, the wife returns in a thong with a case of Foster's and you win that new ruby red Rickenbacker bass from Sweetwater's Monthly Gear Giveaway..., Then you wake up and can remember the whole dream.

Well, if you wanted to join a metal band, this would show you what country you needed to go to (hint, its Finland) America is 72 for balance. I am guessing more around the edges. https://jakubmarian.com/number-of-metal-bands-per-capita-in-europe/

Unfortunately, it is a big advantage to be able to drive and have a car if you want to gig regularly. I know some people in London manage on the tube and you may find a band who keep gear centrally and have a van at their disposal, but for many gigging bands everyone having a car is a necessity.

Or do some people watching: I stand alone on a silent street in a town so far away While they picture me as I post a letter saying where I went today Did this, did that, got drunk, bought tartan tat As the rows of blank-faced windows glared and told me to go away ... etc 🙂

Cheers for the reply. Had a good poke around and all seems to be connected well. Am going to see about getting the preamp swapped like you say. Just want to make sure i get it right first time 😉

Loving that sparkly Rik copy. That would look cool in my Glam Rock covers band.

Big Beatles fan and I have no interest in re mixes. The original recording of almost any music is a snapshot of a moment in time, an era. I have no problem with the original recordings of any of the Beatles albums. The ones recorded in Mono still sound better in Mono than the faux stereo versions.

To be honest you can buy the headless bass bridge and nut kits for £25-£30 on AliExpress so this might make a nice Hohner The Jack copy project for someone up for a bit of Steinbuggery, especially as it should go for a very low price. With a bit of elbow grease you might end up with a presentable through neck underneath all that green marker pen.

That BC208 cab looks rather nice - if it would fit size-wise under a BG250-208 then I reckon I might give one a spin.

It sounds better too...

After Mr George Orwell and his essay The Moon Under Water: My favourite public-house, the Frog and Fakkit is only two minutes from the central car park, but it is on a side-street, and polite little families and well-dressed couples never seem to find their way there, even on Saturday lunchtimes. Its clientele, though fairly large, consists mostly of ‘regulars’ who spend much of their day in a recumbent position in the nearby park and go to the Frog and Fakkit for the drugs available from a weasel-featured man named Danny as much as for the beer. If you are asked why you favour a particular public-house, it would seem natural to put the drugs first, but the thing that most appeals to me about the Frog and Fakkit is what people call its ‘ambience’. To begin with, its whole architecture and fittings are uncompromisingly 1970’s. It has a mixed bag of formica-topped tables and cast-iron tractor-seat chairs, plastic panels masquerading as oak and peeling, Paisley wallpaper. The sticky carpet, the gouged bar top, the fake horse brasses adorning the walls and the ceiling stained dark brown by tobacco-smoke, the nudie-picture calendar behind the bar — everything has the solid, comfortable ugliness of the mid-twentieth century. In winter there is generally a good fire burning in the skip outside the front door, and the ‘last century’ lay-out of the place encourages those fleeting collisions which lead so gratifyingly to flare-ups of savage violence. There are a public bar, a saloon bar, a dealers’ bar, an off-sales counter for underage drinkers and – upstairs – a large, empty room in which on Tuesdays Fridays and Saturdays live bands perform to the utter indifference of the patrons below. In the Frog and Fakkit it is never quiet enough to talk. There is a radio behind the bar tuned to Heart FM, a ‘digital’ juke box, two fruit machines, Sky Television and piped-in music. All are playing simultaneously and the only time they cannot be heard is when a band of hopelessly incompetent hobbyist ‘musicians’ is upstairs performing Sex On Fire. The barmaids know their customers by name, having at some time taken most of them upstairs there to conjoin on a soiled mattress under the ‘stage’ . They are all middle-aged women—two of them have no teeth—and they call everyone ‘yew fakkin kant’ irrespective of age or sex. You cannot get lunch at the Frog and Fakkit but there is - beside the plywood lavatory door - a snack counter where you can purchase expired pickled eggs or pork luncheon meat fried in batter (cold). They are particular about their drinking vessels at the Frog and Fakkit, and never, for example, make the mistake of serving a pint of beer in a glass. Apart a selection of ‘pewter’ mugs screwed to the canopy which overhangs the bar every receptacle is made of plastic, a wide and vivid scar on the landlord’s jaw perhaps testifying to the matter. The great surprise of the Frog and Fakkit is its lavatory. You go through a narrow passage leading out of the saloon, and find yourself in a fairly large garden with plane trees, under which there are old car tyres, broken bottles and the remains of a tramp who expired there a few years ago. Up at one end of the garden there is a roofless garden shed wherein the customer in search of relief will discover a spreading pool of urine, a stained plastic bucket containing a noisome admixture, and a pile of newspapers, mostly editions of the Daily Mail from the period when said organ was edited by Mr Paul Dacre. On summer evenings there are ritual human sacrifices, and you sit under the plane trees injecting skag to the tune of delighted squeals from feral children prodding the burnt offering with sticks. The Frog and Fakkit is my ideal of what a pub should be—at any rate, in a metropolitan area. (The qualities one expects of a country pub are slightly different.) But now is the time to reveal something which the discerning and disillusioned reader will probably have guessed already. There is no such place as the Frog and Fakkit. That is to say, there may well be a pub of that name, but I don’t know of it, nor do I know any pub with just that combination of qualities. So if anyone knows of a pub that has junkies of every persuasion, food poisoning, brutal violence, insanitary facilities, deafening noise, regular visits by Plod, a reeking midden in the garden and prostitute barmaids I should be glad to hear of it, even though its name were something as prosaic as the Red Lion or Wetherspoons.

I have mild tinnitus, worse in my right ear due to hi-hats (I've swapped sides on stage and stand further away from the drummer), and as soon as I properly noticed it, I ordered custom fit earplugs from Minerva. They take out 18db and have flat attenuation. I wear them at all rehearsals and gigs. I cannot be without them. My tinnitus has not got any worse. My guitar player doesn't wear them and I worry about him so much. At gigs I just have the "christmas tree" standard plugs which are perfect for just watching. I'm quite "militant" about it now and if I see bands or musicians not wearing them, I always have a quiet, kind word so that they look after themselves for the future. It scared me when I first realised I had it and once I started talking about it, it was amazing how many musicians didn't want to admit it because they felt silly they hadn't thought about, looking after their hearing. I have one pal, a very well known player, who's tinnitus is so bad I can't imagine how he deals with it. Scared the crap out of me, I have to be honest. Anyway, please get moulded plugs as soon as you can. You won't regret it I promise. They may cost money but, how much is your hearing worth? Here's a link to the ones I got just as a reference. Good luck ⭐🎧 http://minervahearing.co.uk/product/bassist-music-plugs/

Nope 🙂 only one Thumb I have owned has notably neck dived, a Bolt On 2000 model with a big chunky neck. The multiple NT models I have had have balanced wonderfully at a variety of strap lengths. Like I said previously, if anything the older ones are body heavy due to the dense bubinga and thin necks. ANYWAY WHY are we having to talk about Spector in a Warwick thread again? 🙂 Funny how there is relatively little Warwick talk in a Spector thread...lets forget all that and just concentrate on not being Fender players together 😁

Sure is! Tis a clone of a rather expensive analog delay of some variety made here in New Zealand by a very talented kid (still at school) Bush FX. He does clones and custom stuff and I've always liked the Robot Devil so got him to do the decal. Didn't even ask and he added a second LED so that both eyes light up when the pedal is engaged haha. It's a great unit.

If you're knowledge enough not to get caught out by such number crunching and mischievous marketing then they won't influence your purchasing decisions. If like me you find all the numbers and their subsequent dissection by wiser heads a little difficult to follow then you'll probably ignore them and they won't influence your purchasing decisions. So really the numbers make no difference to any of us and consequently everybody is happy. I choose my amps based on such considerations as colour, size, name, weight, lights and handle design. If they turn out to sound nice and they're loud enough I keep them. The TC combo I bought here sounds nice. When I link my BF cab to the extension speaker socket it sounds even better and is plenty loud. I can't comment on its pre baked thrusting hefts I'm afraid as I'm not entirely sure I understand their use or effect on my sound.