Bassfinger

Jaco. Personally I think Lemmy summed his playing up very well.

Nope, defines the figuratively, as in reference to a metaphor.

Some kind of reference to the gun safe and fetching my keys.

Aaarrrrggghhhh! He said 'literally' when he meant 'figuratively.' I can't watch any more.

Amazon Prime music. For no other reason than that's what the Missus pays for. The plus side is its the highest quality output and when I'm listening to music I pipe it through my hifi. I don't walk about with headphones on, although I do stream it in the car as well. But if Mrs B suddenly stopped paying I doubt I'd have the motivation or energy to sign up with another myself.

I've found that while inexpensive systems can work well (I used the Xvive), you still need to spend £150 of more for the earphone doobreys if you want a decent bass response. Cheaper ones are fine for guitar or mandolin, but bass is fairly demanding on the earphones.

About half hour for me. That puts me in range of two large towns and one smaller settlement. I'd go further for gigs, but not for rehearsals or the like.

Indeed. As you know, I'm a terobvell typistic.

Bug ran of Retrovibe gear, in particular their pickups.

Ah, not a gazillion miles from me, will check it out. Thanks.

I like your sig John. If Sir Douglas had obeyed the rules he wouldn't have lost both legs and later ended up as a POW.

Team, Been playing the standard Mando for a couple of years and I'm now looking to get either an octave mandolin or an Irish bouzouki,the latter of which I would play both GDAE and GDAD. I'm really torn over which to go for. So with that in mind, do you fine people that have trodden this path before me have any experiences, thoughts, tips, sage words of wisdom?

Years ago I was in a certain music shop trying a few basses with a view to buying one when in walked Mick Abrahams, ex of Jethro Tull. He was friends with the owner and just used to tootle in and chat. Having a couple of his solo albums I recognised him and said hello, shook his hand. We had a chat and he ended up grabbing an acoustic and we played All Tore Down as a duo. My closest brush with stardom, unless you count meeting Robert Plant at a party, or seeing Ozzy Osborne in the VIP lounge at Heathrow (to my eternal shame my Dad, who was with me, thought he was jn Iron Maiden.)

I seem to recall for a while there were two Asias. Asia, and Asia featuring someone or other, or someone or others Asia. They should have stopped at the second album.

Even Harley Benton would baulk at putting a bridge that crappy on their MM-alikes.

And strings can make a massive difference to tone.

I'm happy for them. Just wouldn't be for me at that stage in life.

I was in that ballpark before I retired. Unless I'm stupid, I've got enough to keep me in reasonable comfort until I drop off my perch without having to mime to my latest release on This Morning, or cut the ribbon at a new branch of HMV. Have it been in my twenties then it would have been a tempting dream, but now I'm in the Victor Meldrew phase of my life it'd be a blooming nightmare. I'd tell them to do what they want with the recording and give the royalties to charity.

Some graphite lube on the nut slots will stop the popping, although it's harmless.

Good grief. I've just turned 56 and I'm feeling it this week. The last thing I'd want is to have a demo I did in the 80s come to light and the buggers trying to give me a record deal now! That ship of opportunity has sailed for me.

Just asked Mrs Bassfinger, ex defective [sic] inspector. She says sexual assault. Fair chance would get charged with something different, but that's what she would arrest for under the circumstances described.

Foreigner were brilliant in their heyday. Great musicians, decent singist, some very good songs, and a range of work that overlapped into so many different styles. It's one of life's great ironies that their most successful single is the least representative of their output (the album was a corker though.) Ozzy deserves to be in, if only because his autobiography is one of the funniest, yet most sadly tragic, books I've ever read.

And he plays mandolin too.

IKEA, McDonalds in Wokverton, Scottish Power.

And for extra authenticity they be built, strung back to front, stolen, hidden in a loft for 52 years, and then put on sale.