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That, or you might be as lucky as I was. I got a Roland F-140R for P45 money. The F-140R is not as known as many other Roland or Yamaha models, and I reckon that's why I got it cheap. Its keybed, sound generator, amps and speakers all perform way above the P45, and IMHO its only drawback is that I see no way of accessing its hundreds of sounds without switching through most of them sequentially (this is so bizarre that I have a hard time believing it's true, so maybe there's a hidden, undocumented function somewhere. Anyway, if you're looking at the P45 anyway, then keep an eye out for this one. One never knows.

Maybe choose something people can remember. I gather this varies for different people, but personally I only remember The Gr'80s and Neon Yuppie Coke Machine from this thread. Kudos to @Chiliwailer and @2elliot for those.

Cool! ... and also reminds me of the glorious Tenuous Claim to Fame threads we've had - IMS several of them. Some comedy gold in those.

It's somebody warning other buyers against a named seller.

Cue a short repetition of one of my stories about composer Krzysztof Penderecki. High-brow, silent, socially awkward man. Still, I asked whether he listened to non-classical music, mentioning jazz, Gentle Giant, Yes and Zappa as examples. Him: "Shallow music." Me: "Give me some credit. I'm a musical person, and love for example your stuff ..." Him: "I am more musical than you are." 😃

Oh! Another one. Trying to give you the story just as how it developed for me: Got asked to dep on piano for rehearsals of some sort. Some players I knew and some new to me, and first we gathered around a cuppa. Great atmosphere. Someone had brought his granddad or summat, Jean (French male name), a friendly and humourous bloke if a bit silent - maybe uncomfortable in the situation. As we proceeded to the rehearsal room, granddad followed us, which I thought was remarkable, but hey ... not my band! So we start rehearsing, me highly concentrated on the notes, as this was sightreading. Granddad sat to my side and a bit behind me. Looking half over my shoulder I noticed he was rummaging his bag and producing something from it, which irked me a bit, but I couldn't turn around and signal him to please stop. Notes, ya know. Next thing is that I hear these immediately recognisable, bee-you-tee-full harmonica tones sent directly from the gods ... Granddad was only Jean-Baptiste Frédéric Isidore, flamin' baron of Thielemans. (Laughter ensued; they'd agreed to not let me in on this and to then watch my response.)

Yup! We called it referential pitch. Don't know its official name. And yes, I've tuned instruments for like 50 years by listening to certain songs in my head.

Oh, yes! Fingers often "knowing" what to play next from experience, for instance, and the musician being "surprised" by the sound of it.

Remark made by a musician friend about a composer we both know: "Imagine that! 😱 He hears the music in his head! 🙇‍♀️ " I was all What the Flying, as from childhood I'd always imagined everyone can compose and everyone can hear new music in their head. I'd already learned that not everyone can compose, which at the time flabbergasted me (but hey, it explains the hitparade innit 😁), but now this ... So I ask you: is this a known phenomenon: like my friend not being able to hear new music? Is it rare? Is it the (well-)done thing? (Taking for granted most people can hear existing music in their head.)

Philip Glass, with a nice-to-me twist to the story. Our music college student choir premiered his "Satyagraha". Whilst studying there unofficially, I didn't have a student card yet and was not in the choir. Was a Philip Glass fan though, and wanted to partake. So there's me crawling on the floor so as to gain access to the concert building - unseen by the doorman in his office at the artists' entrance. That went well for some metres, but then I spotted one Philip Glass in that hallway. Just as I thought all was lost, I saw him smiling. Phew, and I passed him with a sheepish smile and a thankful nod. Later, I went up to him, thanking him for his kindness and explaining why I'd done that. He appreared to be a very down-to-earth and friendly bloke, with great warmth. Even bought me a cuppa; should've been the other way round, but he wouldn't hear of it. Helped by his friendliness, I dared ask him for permission to play one of his organ pieces, mentioning that I'd been practising for 18 months developing the techniques for playing minimal music. He said yes, and told me where the notes were and who to contact. Still have the notes; never performed it.

Whimsical Dutch Canterbury-like band Supersister always have whackiness up their sleeves. This long track suddenly turns into something else after roughly nine minutes. "Judy goes on holiday" is off the album "Pudding en gisteren", and if you don't understant this Dutch title: it was also released with the international title "Pudding and gisteren". See what I mean with "whimsical"?

No thread like this can be without Bill Bruford, of course: Yes: Five per Cent for Nothing in the original short version.

Ha! I was thinking of posting Hocus Pocus. Here's another one then, by one of my fave bands, bob hund from Sweden, and one that grew on me despite its minimal expression. The mentioning of Batman brought me here. I guess you know how. BTW, its title means "bob hund's 115th dream" in English.

AFAICS, Esperanto were one of many bands trying to cash in on the success of Ekseption. Other bands included Exception and Expression. All used the same or similar typeface in the bands' names. Now, Ekseption themselves copied The Nice, so I'm not claiming they were the original. Here's one also done by Ekseption: the Sabre Dance in the Love Sculpture version.

Yup, love Mr. Bungle and Fantômas, but don't know SC3. Ashamed to report I've never particularly noticed Trevor Dunn (me too preoccupied with the composition, I guess), but I will listen betterly hereafter. As to the Bungle dude, whilst I love Disco (quite the statement, that one!) and California, just like @lidl e I have a special place in my heart for the first album. BTW, lidl e, is this where all the intricacies in Def Nettle (partly) come from? I must repeat that the radio programme to me didn't seem to do you guys justice.

Getting plastered in a London hotel lobby with members of Aussie band 28 Days, afterwhich my buddy and I proceeded sitting in wide chairs and drinking whisky, whilst the band members took responsibility for a makeover of the building, which o.a. was about filling the elevators with everything that fit inside, and waiting for someone on another floor to hit the button. The receptionist was wonderfully calm through this, just remarking they'd notice their bill.

You won! 🙇‍♂️ </THREAD> 😊

Var bare hyggelig. Ha dem bra! 😉 b

Åkei, da. Velkommen, @Rolf! Dem er stort sett dritgreie her, så du bør kunne kose deg. Kos deg! Bert (Translation of sorts: I'm just warning him against you lot.)

Oh, I remember another one: Markus Stockhausen, trumpet player and son of Karlheinz. In '79 or later, preparing for a gig, I met this bloke my age in the corridors, and we immediately found the tone together so our conversation went on and on ... Luvverly. Later that day I met him again, and he turned towards a gentleman at his side, saying: "Dad, here's my new friend. I mentioned him". The gentleman shaking my hand uninterestedly was only Karlheinz Stockhausen ... So ... to this day, I maintain that when I had a gig in the Main Hall, Stockhausen had to accept Hall no 2. (The only reason was that the main hall had the pipe organ we needed. Stockhausen drew all the audience. 😃 ) Anyway, Markus later had his own musical career, which reportedly continues to this day. Since this thread also mentions people who were already famous: Bill Bruford wanted to kick my årse! I've told the story before, but: a college percussion band (who were being instructed by Bruford that week) asked me to dep on piano, as they said for an easy piece of music: "Very simple! You'll do it sightreading!" Slight detail: the piece was a modern, avant-garde like, mainly percussion piece, and I didn't know it. I had no idea how to count the empty bars, and knew nothing about when to put in my tiny piano part. So I kept totally silent, seeing a grumpy Bruford in the audience, on row three or so, looking me in the face. The next two days people warned me I'd better hide, as Bruford was fuming, and searching the whole building for me, wanting to kick my behind. I remember me saying before: I fear his mouth more than his boot. 😂

Mucho, mucho bettero! This is a lot closer to my 256kbps downloads from the iTunes store (yes, you just cost me a lotta money and I hate you 😁 ), but to my old ears sounds more compressed, less open and a bit tinny in comparison. I'm guessing I'm hearing Loudness in this version (not talking as an engineer; just yer average listener). The radio programme (as received here through fast fiber) didn't do your music any justice whatsoever. Folks, if you found something to enjoy in these three tracks, do yourselves a favour and listen to better versions. It's a cracking album. Nope, I'm not buttering up @lidl e, whom I know nothing about and have never dealt with. Just love for the music. BTW, lidl e, I love it when you get your fingers overtly dusty in "God's Trainers". 😃

Taking the thread is about people who became famous later: Jean-Michel Jarre. I was to study in Paris in the mid '70s, and one of my teachers-to-be introduced me to one JeanMi, a semi-ex-student who reportedly was recording an album ... in his kitchen LOL. Amongst other things, JeanMi showed me around in Paris, guided me to my dwellings, and told me we were gonna be great friends. Didn't see him again after that ... ... until I recognised his face in a musicians' mag much later - in an article about him and a certain album called "Oxygène". Only recently did I happen upon the fact that Jean-Michel in fact used "Jammie" as his moniker, not JeanMi, and it explains how I really didn't get it when he wanted me to pronounce it without any sound that could remind of a half-hidden "n".

Congrats! Luvverly stuff. Me like! As to the sound, I know this is wireless radio and comes over the seas all the way from Ireland to Norway 😉 , but the whole programme had this from-far-far-away sound I couldn't define (both through internal laptop speakers and Harman/Kardon Soundsticks). I feel sure you guys sounded a lot better in reality. Maybe the live programme sounded better than its streamed version? Anyway, do go to Germany, and when there: Don't mention their cars.

Not me. Gigging is a strange affliction I don't partake in. 😉 I just buy all the basses. (Truth be told, I bought all my basses so as to learn about basses, with the plan to sell most of them once I knew what I wanted to know. As it happened, unwanted changes in my life meant I had to sell all of them before getting to the point of acquiring that knowledge. Never gigged with any of them, but gigged with someone else's bass.)