Doctor J

Very sad to hear this

For the listening pleasure of those who use Spotify

There are a lot more people interested in sharing their music than there are people who want to take the time and effort to listen to other people's shared music and comment on it. As I recall, the Share Your Music and Noodle Bar (R.I.P.) areas were created to give a home to this stuff and to try to reduce the clutter in other forums of self-promotion threads which, let's be honest (going by the views vs responses in those forums), there isn't much genuine interest in.

Is it a user account who had set up their name as "Reverb" and is just firing out PMs by the look of it. If you click on the sender name in your messages it should give you more details on the account.

What is the email address it's coming from?

Just home from seeing Cynic, first time without Reinert. While I enjoyed them and the new guy is superb, it's not the same at all.

Jaco only needed 4GB of RAM

If the truss rod has seized and the neck is financially impractical to fix, you're stuck so what have you got to lose by brute force? Loosen first, of course, just to see if you can get it moving, and possibly lubricate the threads?

I'd say the John Entwistle Deans which came out after he died were fairly transcendent, emerging from the far side of the grave and such.

That sounds fantastic.

It has the black plastic insert in the truss rod channel which they don't use in US instruments, that I am aware of.

I was in the school band with a fantastic drummer called Glen and, on his recommendation, joined the rock band of a mate of his once we finished school. Eventually, he joined the band, too, as we were involved in a thing which was going to be on national TV. We got to go to a nice studio to record, as we were going to be miming during the show itself. On the day, all the acts had to go through the full show several times, so camera angles and the like could be sorted out. Once we had finished our bit, he and I hit the bar until we were called back again. Come showtime, we were both a little worse for wear, we were not quite late teens yet. The song was a power ballad type (it was the very early 90's and grunge hadn't killed that scene yet) and during the emotional intro, I heard my name being whispered loudly. I turned around and, as the bass drum started booming through the PA, he was shaking his right foot wildly out the side of the kit at me, but still the bass drum boomed out loud and proud. Miming to yourself in public is, as it turns out, quite an unusual sensation if you're not used to it. This made us both crack up laughing. We recomposed ourselves got through the show in an earnestly appropriate fashion, though. It wasn't caught by the cameras, thankfully, and the performance came across fine on TV. A while after, the band fell apart and we went our separate ways. He was a top man and a truly savage drummer. I was delighted to see, years later, he was playing stadiums and shifting big units with The Script.

For Merciless tone shaping ability, no doubt.

Does the seller actually say it's bona fide, hulk hogan vitamin eatin' goddamned US of A? I mean, pricing it at £430 says "we all know this is not the real deal", no?

However, the neckplate rotated 90 degrees shows Agile, if not quite practical, thinking. A management position in a US multinational awaits them.

Fake headstock is fake

It's his mama and his papa

Well done, sounded good. It's a great buzz hearing yourself on national radio. An old band of mine got played on Fanning's show and Jon Kenny's show about 30 years ago, it still makes me smile thinking about it 🙂

Kerbdog... from Kilkenny 😉

Eco-Metal, later known as Thunberg-core

It's almost as if he wanted it to suffer.

I wonder did he use Tone Tipp-ex for the side-dots?

Otherwise known as pleasing note-core in Belgian underground press circles 😁

I moved out of the city about 16 years ago, about a two hour drive away. I stayed in my band and commuted up every weekend for a four hour practice. Four hours of driving, four hours of playing. Same for gigs, which were usually there, too. I didn't mind, initially, but gradually I got sick of the amount of time I spent on the road, particularly when I could arrive on-time but the two lads who lived close to where we rehearsed would arrive 30 minutes late quite frequently. I started to resent the amount of time I spent in the car, to be honest, but I'm not someone who enjoys spending lots of time travelling. If you love your car like Roger Taylor, maybe you can do it without the stress.