Stub Mandrel

Sorry to keep on... maybe a flat plate or disc with a hole for allen key. Support plate on a sheet of fairly stiff foam that you can hold flat and press downto steady the insert until it grabs. Or run the insert through a hole in a wooden batten long enough to force it straight. When it starts to emerge, engage it with the final hole. Or tap a hole in a guide piece, even a plain hole would help.

Or fileor mill a hex on the end of a rod, then turn a spigot on the end (metal lathe required).

Ah I thought you had ones with a screwdriver slot. One option could be a rod with a slot filed to take the short end of an allen key with the long end sticking out to the side.

Splitting hairs 😁 Bass VI 1961, Bass V 1965, still almost sixty years ago...

Use a rod in your pillar drill as a guide, if you have one.

Please God, no. The fugly acoustosonics should have been drowned at birth.

But Sire get so much grief because people find sweepable mids difficult...

Beat me to it. Reissue the one innovative bass Fender have produced since 1959.

They want to deter people who may cause deliberate damage or use other photos to get a discount. Doesn't mean they think you are being dodgy, but that they've been stung before.

Here's dedication... I just got offered a gig on Sunday and turned it down in favour of the bash!

It seems particularly likely to happen if you create a new post but not at the bottom of the last page of a thread.

I should add, Ms. S. not only comes to some of my gigs, she never complains if I do one far away and don't get in until 3am. But she was specially chosen for being as obsessed with live music as me, in the last ten days we have seen five gigs and been to one open mic...

Ms. S. is incredibly supportive. Because I care for my dad in the week we don't live together, but she tolerates me keeping a bass and amp in her very nice lounge. Asxwell as keeping lots of gear there on gig weekends. Mind you thus us my home office (I also have basses hung up in my bedroom butanaged to limit the living room to one on the wall and, ahem, six in cases... But I am sensible, I keep my 2x12 in the hall.

In case anyone is thinking "Brim full of Asha", this was before then when they sounded like this but with more feedback and less music...

P.S. you are all wrong. The worst gig ever in the history of music was Cornershop supporting Here & Now and Gong. Actually, Here & Now were the tightest prog psychedelic jazz rock I've ever heard. Gong were exactly the same musicians plus Daevid Allen. They were chaotic and random and utterly incredible. The gig would have been sublime, except Cornershop dragged the whole thing down below the level of any performance ever.

As of yesterday I can confirm they are still doing it. Reminded me why I stopped going to see jazz bands. Best bit was the end when some guy who didn't know Jazz Etiquette started chanting "one more song"... mind you I could have chanted "no more songs MUCH louder".

For many years I was under the misapprehension that Eberhard Weber was married to Kaye Bush. This was in the days before yon interweb thingy.

🥁🥁📀 Badum-tish

No sound here

We are very lucky that rock music is very popular in south Wales, especially the Valleys, it seems to go with the industrial areas like Birmingham and the Black Country.

Try and put some gig money away so you can save and invest in a class D amp and a neo cab when you need to. They take so much stress out of gigging.

Several venues around here slashing their band budgets, so dropping live bands or cutting the number of gigs - I think it's probably all the same chain. Irony is my club has ten bands on this month (and it would have been 11, but the one ticketed performance had to cancel). They had a jazz quintet doing a matinee (2:30pm) and the room was packed (about 50 people). Followed by the Sunday open mic in the lounge (not included in the gig count) which started slow but ended up doing OK. Sadly, after 10 years the Monday night OM has ground to a close, looks like it will become a once a month jam on Friday aimed at bands.

Ah yes, Willy's compact wah wah pedal... Took me around 40 years from discovering them to seeing them, and lo and behold when we were watching the support we found ourselves sitting next to Mr O. They cheerfully chatted to us in the interval (Willy comprehensively fleeced us for t-shirts and albums).