Beedster

So, what does a Fenderbird sound like folks?

I've never owned or played a bad Stingray. Well designed, well built and great sounding instruments the lot of them

Glad it was a good one mate, music is very hit and miss in Canterbury these days, but the Turkish is good! I wonder who the mystery bass player might have been ......

I'd assume the answers are not what you want to hear! If there's a return policy, hit BIN. If not, don't

Had a wonderful meeting with Gary in Wales a few years back. We both drove many many miles to be there, He bought along a bass to show me, for the simple reason that he was so excited about it. RIP mate.

Lovely bass mate

They just don;t care? No, they just don't have the tools they used to have. It's all a massive commercial compromise (as is recording quality). Much more money to be made with lower touring (and recording) costs. The hype of lightweight and/or smaller speakers being better is just that, hype; they're just lighter and smaller.

That kinda works Greg

Technology making things easier but not better

Having said the above, there are rumours of live music at The Old City Bar tomorrow https://www.oldcitybar.co.uk/whats. Personally, that's about 2 miles too close to TfF for me, so I'd be looking to fill up on some decent Turkish at Al La Turka (Westgate, there's two of them) http://www.ala-turka.co.uk/westgate.php followed by a few pints of Bishops Finger in the pub of the same name next door https://www.bishopsfingercanterbury.co.uk/. It's my birthday tomorrow and Mrs Beedster is taking me for a quiet drink somewhere, or I'd join you! C

No one I know is gigging here, I have no basses for sale, and being at a certain stage in life rarely eat out (kids eat all of my money), I have to concede I can't be much help mate. Given the TfF event, Canterbury will be bustling with the sort of people who liked TfF back in the day, i.e., a bunch of middle-aged middle-class urbanites wearing clothes they shouldn't even have worn in '83 let alone now. Which reminds me: I used to play in a nice little bluegrass outfit, sort of thing that wouldn't offend anyone on a late summer Sunday afternoon down the Dog & Duck but which also allowed the aficionados to nod approvingly. We were booked to do a Friday night at a pub opposite the cricket ground. We didn't do our due diligence, and walked in to find a pub quite literally rammed with 55 year old skinheads - DMs, Harringtons, jeans rolled up to just below the knees, a certain 'atmosphere if you get my meaning. They had flocked to Canterbury that night to see Madness. So there's me and my three bluegrass buddies facing 200+ whizzed skinheads. IIRC we played four songs and did a runner; the landlord however was kind enough to pay us for the full set. So these days I tend to stay out of town when the big gigs are on, although I doubt the TfF bunch will cause too much aggro Have a great time mate C

Exactly, he’s living in a world that doesn’t exist any more

The list of corporates with leadership who a) know what they're doing, and b) give a f**k about their market is sadly getting shorter every day

Fender and Gibson are really not endearing themselves to their market are they?

Wow, now seen the video, how could anyone have thought that was a good idea?

Absolutely

Absolutely brilliant

I'll see if any of my lot are gigging, what sort of music do you like? Food-wise, there's a lot of choice, again will depend what you're after really?

Bognor Dolce Vita

I love stories like that, brilliant! I've twice been asked for my autograph at airports, first time by a rather excitable and attractive 20-ish Scandinavian girl (I was about 22 at the time so this was good news, but not sufficiently good for me to blow my superstar cover by talking to her). The second time was lovely though, a young girl with her family came running up to me, autograph book in her hand. I looked at her parents, and to my amusement they both shrugged and smiled; I've no idea who the girl thought I was, but her parents clearly knew I wasn't. Both times I left a big scribbly scrawl in their book. Seemed a shame to disappoint.