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I knew one guy who had a Bluesbreaker combo (first re-issue). He thought it was too quiet so he got a tech to whip out the chassis and somehow squeeze a JCM800 into the cabinet (he had to leave the top back panel off). Of course, the amp sounded much less interesting but it was louder so that was all right.

Back in the 60's-70's and without PA reinforcement one needed a 100w valve head to fill out big club / cinema gigs where a thousand or more people were all dancing and screaming at the tops of their voices. Small room in a pub, four men and a dog, not so much. It's like using a JCB to weed your flowerbed. I met up with a guy one time looking to start a pub covers band in Oxford. Asked me my rig wattage. Well, FWIW, 500w, I told him. Says he scornfully, if you're going to work with me you'll have to buy a bigger rig, at least 1000w, I always run my AC30 at full whack. Twunt.

Outstanding work, Sir. Cap doffed.

One of the historic issues with Blues Juniors is they go from quiet to insanely loud with nothing much in between. A tech friend thinks its so guitars shops can say to prospective buyers 'Hear how loud it is, just on 3'. Apparently there's a fairly easy fix which involves changing the volume pot (or something) which opens up the available sweep. Another problem with Fender amps is that some people plug in a Tele set to the back pick-up then crank up the amp's treble in an attempt to get 'that Fender sparkle'. Instant ice-pick in the ears, particularly if you're the poor bastard stood exactly on axis to the speaker. The other option is to use a big amp but install less efficient speakers. The problem is that guitarists in search of LOUD proceed to install more efficient speakers (Eminence Red Fangs, anyone?) and then everyone dies.

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That's a bit of a worry, that sort of thing...

Just in case they turn nasty, stuff a couple of snooker balls into a sock. Knot the end and - Hey! Presto! - you've got yourself a serviceable cosh.

The above has been added to the Famous Quotes thread in OT.

That covers about 33.3 % of the gigs I've ever played, apart from two gigs where nobody ignored us because there was nobody there to ignore us. Of these two zero audience gigs one took place in a 500 capacity dance hall at Hangar Lane. Fantastic natural slap echo from the back wall so not entirely a wasted evening. The other was a pub in North London where the landlord fed us dinner and two band members got food poisoning from his dodgy chicken. The worst gig ever was a working man's club near Daventry where I had a trapped nerve in my back and I was off my face on codeine and beer, the front man preceded our full band set by doing karaoke renditions of songs like 'Born Free', the pensioner guitarist went f**king crazy in all the quiet bits, the drummer mistakenly played a country shuffle beat under Route 66 and between every friggin' song a punchy, aggressive, drunken Neanderthal kept trying to get his spotty daughter up with us to 'sing along'. I thought to use the elevation granted by a four foot high stage to kick the annoying bastard in the head but the others stopped me because they were 'regulars' at this club. Afterwards I just wanted to burn the place down and everyone in it. I'm better now.

1978: Lounging around, playing music for as long as I want, lounging around some more 1998: Demented wage slave scratching a few minutes on bass every couple of weeks 2018: Lounging around, playing music for as long as I want, lounging around some more

Hi Bluemoon and welcome

Hi Bud and welcome to the forum

Welcome to the forum zapdady

Welcome, Bholby

Welcome dadagoboi from another fan of your work. Hope you enjoy the forum

@OP You thought you were joining a band but it now turns out it's a floating cast of musos backing up a couple of troubadors. Shame they didn't make that clear to you, whether through cöck-up, conspiracy or carelessness, who knows? Anyhow, keep taking the gigs and the money, and use the opportunity to do a bit of networking (maybe steal the drummer) while looking for the full time band. Keep working with these guys until you don't need them anymore then very politely give them the Spanish while leaving a hook in them in case they need you again. So, rather then them using you, you're using them. Frontmen, eh? You can't live with them and you can't kill them, gut them, wrap them in chicken wire, tie some weights to them and throw them off the back of a boat.

I'm sorry but punching out someone like Bob during an audition is entirely disproportionate. He deserved a car bomb at the very least.

Those $2,000 zzounds Firebirds... Silvermist FB1: pup slightly offset to left (same fault as gold Epi Bonamassa FB1 but not quite as pronounced) Vintage SB FB1: pup centred but squint

Possibly not for much longer. Here's a situation vacant ad posted in early August on execthread a US jobs site for numero uno top honchos and grand fromages. Seems an established musical instrument manufacturer in Nashville with a $2bn turnover is looking for a CEO. But look at the 'preferred experience spec. Nothing at all about 'ability to walk face-first into clusterf*ck of biblical proportions while appeasing homicidally enraged customer base'. Good analysis piece from Guitar mag here

Indeed so. The LPJ DC above costs $799. I'd cheerfully pay as much - or more - for a plane ticket to the States, car hire and a hotel at the other end just so I could hunt down whoever came up with that monstrosity and give them the Chinese burn of a lifetime. A Junior in name only. Too true, Gibson, too true.

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Sorry to hear this, chap. Hope you're OK now

Man goes to the doctor, says, Doctor Doctor, every time I poke myself in the eyeball I get this shooting pain and the Doctor says, well stop doing it then. Glass, bottle, bottle, glass. (PS: the lowest profile pancake jack I can think of is the vintage-type Fender speaker jack with the plastic moulded F cap).

Nice, though perhaps it needs an angular head-stock, maybe like the one on this yummy Airline Res-O