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So how does the..er.. sunburst one with the white pickguard and maple neck sound?

[quote name='phatmonkey' post='37930' date='Jul 27 2007, 06:35 PM']Or make a wiki page![/quote] Don't confuse me, I'm wearing a towel.

[quote name='Sharkfinger' post='37763' date='Jul 27 2007, 12:22 PM']I have no idea what you just said The Pickguard has screw holes above and below the pups, so I could stick a cover there (but where would I rest my thumb?). The are no holes around the bridge, however, and I don't want to start drilling any, in case I want to sell it in "original" condition. However, those screws are very grimy; I must get round to cleaning them. Any tips? I'm thinking metal/chrome polish.[/quote] Sorry. No better way for a bass to look: Although this is rather lovely: As is this: -- I'm posting images everywhere again I can understand you not wanting to drill into them though. I'd love to cover mine, but I'm enjoying playing over the P-pup at the moment.

[quote name='EdwardHimself' post='37866' date='Jul 27 2007, 03:33 PM']oh so now i'm the guy who makes up crazy stories involving random forum members i haven't even consulted![/quote] So sue me biatch. Ka-Ching!

So what are you waiting for? Edit a few into your first post and I'm sure well join in! If it gets pinned, it gets pinned. If it doesn't, it doesn't. Isn't life exciting?!

[quote name='bass_in_ya_face' post='37822' date='Jul 27 2007, 02:13 PM']I Wouldn't do that it's rude Nah you can post it if you like. I have my hands full learning tother things at present mind [/quote] Understood.

[quote name='EdwardHimself' post='37513' date='Jul 26 2007, 08:17 PM']ok so let me get this straight, it was me, from the future, coming back to the past after saving the world with my wacky time machine, who invented that bass. Ok well one of my many career choices would be a wacky inventer or a secret agent. Sounds quite fun. And also it wouldn't be very good but there is a slight possibilty i might look that bad at 53. One thing tho, would i really invent a bass that i personally find unattractive in most ways? oh well i suppose people change... OR maybe it was because i read this story as a lad that before i buggered off home i remembered to invent the bongo bass so as not to put a hole in history big enough to crumble the very existence of the future and us BCers will be the only ones who know about this and we will know that the crazy storyteller called paul who likes pics of cats with beanie hats covering their eyes was the real hero, i just made it happen.[/quote] Woah 'man,' that's too 'out there' for me. You need to get your feet back to solid ground. Yo.

[quote name='Tinman' post='37783' date='Jul 27 2007, 12:59 PM']Est-il ? Mon pantalon est plein des haricots cuits au four[/quote] It would be amazing if it was, despite the words being different [quote name='Mrs Tinman' post='37798' date='Jul 27 2007, 01:26 PM']J'ai dix-sept singes fâchés dans ma serre chaude [/quote] les tomates peuvent etre douloureuses

I [b]do[/b] mean to be prejudice here [b]and[/b] to generalise. But judging by his appearance, taste in music, spelling and grammar - I bet he's never played anything beyond four strings (not inherently a bad thing, of course) and he's just built a many stringed bass for the sake of building a many stringed bass and oneupmanship. Assuming he doesn't have any mental disabilities beyond poor development. Sorry if I sound mean, but this is silly. Oh, and for the record; I apolygise for my appearance, taste in music, spelling and grammar - at least I'm not trying to build a 14 stringed bass.

Imagine playing with Aretha... I bet that's an experience.

I didn't know how cool these basses were until I found out that George Porter Junior played one. Keep it natural, it looks great and very unique. Although a Californian yellow would be pretty cool.

I can say it in French of that helps. Mon aéroglisseur est plein d'anguilles

[quote name='neepheid' post='28540' date='Jul 8 2007, 11:30 AM']Neck dive is a big issue for some, and there's not much in the way of tonal flexibility. Yes, I do own a long scale EB-3 style bass with a mahogany body. Set neck too. I'm off work on Monday, I might do a photoshoot. I think it's about time I made a porn post.[/quote] Screw tonal flexibility. I bet it's great in a folk or classic rock band. I think I''ll look out for one of my own. Cheers Matt! [quote name='steve-norris' post='28119' date='Jul 6 2007, 10:30 PM']quick pic update, tempory nut fitted ( truss rod not tightened so i will spend a week bringing the strings and rod up to tension) looking good?[/quote] Where are you with the bass Steve? I don't know about anyone else, but I'm waiting for sound clips

[quote name='Bass_Junkie' post='37510' date='Jul 26 2007, 08:13 PM']just saying hello, thats all. byeeeeeee [/quote] Wellello [quote name='Hamster' post='37532' date='Jul 26 2007, 08:57 PM']Ave atque vale ! Hamster[/quote] Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis.

[quote name='bass_in_ya_face' post='36766' date='Jul 25 2007, 10:59 AM']I have to say because Motown / soul etc is not my bag, I haven't really heard them. These guys are obviously your heroes and inspired you to pick up the bass. I have different heroes Mick Karn, Peter Hook,JJ Brunel, Andy Rourke, etc. but I appreciate other genres such as Percy Jones, Bernard Edwards, Larry Graham. No doubting these guys were awsome it's just not my thing. I'm sure James Jamerson and Bob Babbitt were geniuses but I just don't get the whole Motown / Philly sound thing' just as I can see why people would hate The Smiths because of Morissey but Rourke / Marr are just amazing musicians.[/quote] I personally wasn't interested in Motown until I learned Gladys Knight & the Pips' version of "I Heard It Through the Grapevine." It took a while to adapt to the unfamiliar rhythm, but once I got it, I was hooked. Then finding out how elusive Jamerson's tone is was the icing on the cake. If you can read, and I can find the track on the 'net, I'll scan in the first page for you and you can have a go if you want. I'll understand if you tell me to f*** off. paul.

[quote name='Sharkfinger' post='37478' date='Jul 26 2007, 06:53 PM']Not sure if you'll all agree that it's "Porn" material but I think they're lovely.[/quote] The best porn ever, makes the Swedish lesbian special look like a Leper retirement home. Get some covers on that P! Best looking bass that has ever existed the sb P, tort pg and rw fb w/covers. a to the g with the f c b.

Very Nice. Charlie Hunter better watch his bee-hind.

[quote name='Shaggy' post='37731' date='Jul 27 2007, 11:17 AM']Just another word in praise of Parceline/UPS – I used then specifically because of advice on this thread last week to send a neck-thru bass, no hard case, from Swansea to Northern Ireland last week, arrived in 48 Hrs no problem Total cost £38 with insurance cover for £1000 (would have been £32 for £750), and pick up from home address. [/quote] Sounds good. Thanks for the input. How much did the bass weigh Shaggy?

'(PICK-UP INCLUDED)' Isn't it just a piece of wood? I'm going to ask him about that. --- Question & Answer Answered On Q: what gauge are the strings? 26-Jul-07 A: HI, THANK'S FOR THE INTEREST. THE STRING'S ARE SIZE'S: .45 .50 .55 .60 .65 .70 .80 .90 .95 .100 .105 .110 .125 Q: Hello, Great Looking Bass! What kind of pickup does the bass come with and how is the instrument tuned? 26-Jul-07 A: HI, THANK'S FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE SUPER BASS. THE PICK-UP IS A CUSTOM MADE SINGLE COIL PICK-UP. THE TUNING OF THE SUPER BASS IS UN-DEFINED, FREE FOR THE PLAYER TO TUNE AS REQUIRED AND CAN STILL PRODUCE DEFINABLE NOTE'S AT THE SLACKEST OF TUNING'S. THANK'S ONCE AGAIN, JIM.

Oh sweet Jesus.

Firstly; I for one think that this thread is too important not to be pinned. Otherwise, Hamster I'm sorry to hear about your negative experience with Interparcel and I'm sorry I recommended them. Best of luck with the claim and please keep us posted on how it goes. Surely a company, Trading Standards perhaps, has done research into courier services. Is there anywhere that has Pricerunner style user reviews? Also, is there a list anywhere with a full list of UK courier services? Cheers, paul.

Bongo Beginnings: You see, it turns out that black holes are simply giant plastic vacuum molding machines. Although we haven't found that out yet... It was a bitter Autumn's eve, his black boots had quickly gathered a rough coating of grit and mud, and his troubles followed him in the form of faint footprints in the unstable ground. Solace was sought in the rain that hovered like a thousand coasting crystals. The headlights of each passing vehicle lit the night's sky and provided the iridescent white that shimmered off the back of each falling droplet. He pulled tight the remaining buckle of his overcoat, clenched his fingers and sunk his fleecy chin into the warm embrace of his overcoat's collar. The coat's fibers soon moistened under his grave breath and the merciless wind lashed at his lips and cracked hands. His eyelids had long since given into satiety and sleep and were only raised in order to attenuate his sense of touch that was being brutally exploited by the rain that relentlessly stabbed at his bare face and neck. His walking torpor hurriedly scurried away when he was interrupted by the sweet smell of wet tarmac. There was no need for him to open his eyes, his ears had caught and quickly reeled in the faint sound of a Taos hum like diesel engine in the distance. He raised his arm and forced a protruding thumb. His head mimicked that of a doll with loose fittings. It hung low and tired, the water that had been collecting at the pool of his hat was finally free to fall. It hit the ground with an unexpected thud. He could feel it in his bones. It didn't take long for a vehicle to stop. The breaks were efficient and the personalised number plate, 'DING' could just be made out in the moonlight before the car reversed back. The person in the car could only render an outline of the figure's silhouette forth the moon; a tall and sturdy frame finished with a cumbersome bound. The person in the car was lit only by the backlight of the vehicle's clock, his right arm shone bright blue and his impertinent lips cast a lingering shadow up to his aviator shades. "Hey, where are you going?" -"Into town." "I'm going through town, get in if you want a lift." He turned his back to the man in the car and scraped what mud he could off the soles of his shoes. A gentle push on the door opened it with satisfying striction. On stepping in, he shook off the excess water on his hat and placed it upon his lap with his hands placed either side. Intrigued, the driver turned on the interior lights by flicking the switch above his head. With a bewildered squint the passenger asked, "Toasted?!" "Yea," Toasted replied, equally shocked, "How do you know my name?" "It's me! Eddie! EdwardHimself!" Edward exclaimed. "What, you mean from Basschat?.. No, you can't be. You're so old." Toasted responded, perplexion personified. It was true, Edward seemed to have aged impossibly beyond his years. His hair shimmered silver in the moonlight and each weathered crevasse upon his faced could have counted a decade's experience. "It's really quite simple Toasted. Time travel." Edward declared. Toasted removed his shades and stared desperately into Edward's eyes, searching for any yield in his conscience. As he breathed out, sweat began to muster upon his bemused brow. The car did not start for at least another hour. Edward sat and delicately explained the astonishingly simple act of time travel, the method and how quick and cheap it is to build a working machine. Edward also explained the desperate need to build one, that on August the 14th 2044, a black hole that had been waiting in patient presentiment for the last 24 years had abruptly swallowed the sun and the crescent moon and vacuum wrapped them in some sort of plastic. This had left a bizarre, unseen and controversial glowing shape in the sky. Many turned to philosophy and religion to explain the circumstances. Whereas Edward and a few others devised a plan to go back in time and prevent the black hole from ever beginning. "That's why I'm here." Edward proclaimed. On the journey into town, the two travelers found it relaxing to talk about all things bass and music. They seldom talked about the seriousness or simply abnormal prospect of Edward's arrival. He did, however, explain the extreme circumstances in which he left 2044 and the disastrous effects of not having light. But after a short time Edward fell asleep without contest for the first time in days. In the early hours of the morning, Toasted nudged Edward awake as they were heading into town. Edward sat back up in his chair, pulled his seatbelt tight and felt the strain on the right side of neck. The moist leather seat left an intoxicating aroma that made him feel almost as drowsy as when he had gone to sleep. Edward rubbed his eyes open and was overcome by nostalgia at the traditional street lamps that lead the way. "We're here" Toasted said, now completely nonchalant. Edward and Toasted stepped out of the car and rang the appropriate authorities using the telephone box adjacent to the town hall. An urgent crisis meeting was held with Edward, Toasted, (slightly autocratic but much loved) Prime Minister CrazyKiwi and all his subordinates (slave minions). The conversation mainly went along the lines of "We have the technology" and general well written, simple instructions for preemptive eradication of black holes. Edward left the meeting an anonymous hero and sent a message to himself naming all the cheap basses which will be worth tens of thousands of pounds in the future. Edward stepped out onto the pavement after saying his goodbyes and thank yous to Toasted. He held his head up and basked in the warm glow of natural sunlight. That’s when the thought came to him. Immediately Edward began running back to his time machine. His muscles ached; his bones felt brittle and his organs felt over-worked. After what seemed like many hours of running, Edward finally reached the time machine. He ate three meat popsicles and had a shower, after which he felt fully regenerated. Edward set the time on the time machine for July 1999 and set the destination for San Luis, California. After a brief chat with Sterling Ball, bassy history was made.