Mickeyboro

It is a very sad story. Having met him I felt he was a kid who never grew up, nothing malicious in him.

Congratulations Daryl! Maybe this will start a new thread - bassists and their grandchildren?!

Will tell my friends who are going to see Nektar and SoM to give you a listen!

What’s the bass? Looks interesting!

Can you blag your way onto Saving Lives at Sea? 🌊

I can just about make out your logo on the right there! Say hello to my pals Son of Man.

Keith is a gentleman and a scholar. I couldn’t complete a deal (my fault) but he refunded me no questions asked!

Nice! Did I sell you that Sandberg Stew? 👍

We are the Otis Jay Blues Band. Fairly clear labelling. Otis Joseph is my two and a half year old grandson, born as we got together. He owns the name, I guess!

They leaked from my CD controller on to a Love CD cover last week. Brought a new meaning to Acid Rock!

And, more specifically, who ‘owns’ it after a split? I know the Wishbone Ash saga, but how have you dealt with such a thing? Stories please!🙏

Curved Air. Sonja Kristina still has it at 75! Anyone identify Chris Harris’ bass?

I am saying that’s how I became leader. I don’t remember volunteering… Does that make sense? (Voice off: Don’t tell him, Pike!😂)

It’s a bit Dad’s Army though, isn’t it? You don’t take one step forward, the others all take a step back!

A reliable Basschatter with whom I have had several pleasurable dealings. Recommended!

Perfect transaction, thank you Neil!

Recently I have (so my wife tells me) been very bad company (no pun intended) as the band I lead has been running into problems. It seems the hassles of everyday management have soured the enjoyment of the performances, and part of me would just like to turn up and play, not giving a thought to future bookings, band availability, money, egotistical lead singers, moaning drummers, stroppy guitarists… Maybe I should set up a poll! M

Sold Neil a magazine. Perfect comms and a very reasonable chap! A positive experience.

A gig that seemed fated from the start. Guitarist didn’t want to do it, drummer cried off with painful wrists the day before. ‘It’s not our kind of venue, it’s too late, no one will come.’ But as so often happens we dragged victory from the jaws of defeat! The cellar bar venue rarely does ‘non original’ music but we got the nod for a Saturday two-setter. The stairs are murder with gear and the stage is compact, but the sound is very good. I played my Flea through the house Markbass CMP121. And so the Otis Jay Blues Band live to fight another day. Suspect the guitarist was going down with something - was in a foul mood anyway, playing from 10-midnight, and paid £6 for parking - but the dep drummer performed manfully. A drunken bunch of ravers, none of whom had ever seen us before (our audience don’t do late night Saturdays) took us to heart. I have never been groped on the dance floor before, but there’s a first time for everything! Arriverderci Boscombe… we will be back!