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8Jan/082

Usually, sounding “boxy” is bad . . .

Bogdon Box BassIn this case, I think it's what the designers had in mind. I suppose the Bogdon Box Bass looks fun enough, and the reviews I've read seem to think it's good for what it is. You even get to build it yourself, like a kit car or a sea monkey kingdom. It's the "Bogdon On Tour" link on their website that scares me a bit. I'd think I'd need four or five kits along with me on any travel just in case of catastrophe, i.e. the thing comes in contact with an errant drink, a light rain shower, or an overly humid room. Eeeep.

4Jan/082

Bassist Wins Iowa Primary, Low End Sees Bump in Polls

Not that I'm relying on well-researched facts here, but I'm fairly sure Mike Huckabee is the first bassist ever to win a presidential primary probably the first Republican bassist to win a presidential primary, barring Nixon's jamming with Moby Grape or something. While sites like Jossip may mock this fact, I hereby submit that a bassist carries many traits that would benefit a leader and a country:

  • Ability to lay solid foundation for his group
  • Bringing together disparate elements to form a cohesive whole
  • Define the issues (or chords, as necessary) that the group must deal with

In theory, a bassist would make a fine president. In this particular case, there's all that other stuff Huckabee represents that makes me disinclined to vote for him. But the trend is set, the die is cast, and I fully support a Bootsy/Wooten ticket in 2012. It's not too early to start campaigning for the next election, is it?

EDIT: Screwed the pooch on this one - a friend of mine reminded me that John Kerry was a bassist as well. I stand humbly and regretfully corrected.

2Jan/080

Going Through Withdrawal

I missed my basses. A lot. Even though it was quite late when we finally got back (and both my wife and I were questioning the wisdom of landing in single-degree weather), I still had to make some time for a little playing. I even broke out the Q-Tron for a little extra funk. It was a little sad that I had to blow some dust off of the pedal. Not a lot of call for it in lounge parody or country music. I'm going to have to make some more time for it soon. Maybe even in country music. If Bootsy can do a bluegrass album, why not?

1Jan/082

New Orleans, Last Night

I can think of no better way to begin a new year than next to my wife during a George Porter, Jr. bass solo. That's extremely fortuitous timing, you know. Couldn't have planned it better if I tried. We ended up at The Howlin' Wolf for an open-bar affair featuring Porter Batiste Stoltz and Ivan Neville's Dumpstaphunk. By the way, they featured TWO bassists - one heavily effected player filling a rhythm guitar role, and the other playing more traditional slap style. Throw in a few dueling bass solos, and you've got a damn fine show. Tres bien, gentlemen.

The night started with some quality people-watching time, a decent Italian dinner followed by a beverage at the R Bar (which almost became a secondary base of operations during our stay) and a quick trip down Frenchman. Instead of a brass band this time, there was a large metal contraption filled with salvaged percussion instruments and other things that made clanging or clinking sounds when banged. Passers-by were invited to create said banging, clanging and clinking, creating one giant rhythmic cacophony echoing for several blocks around. I joined in for a bit, even though this was treading dangerously close to drum circle territory. I limited my exposure by passing the sticks off at quick, regular intervals, thereby managing to avoid contamination and resorting to the use of patchouli.

It's late and I'm sleepy, so more on the new year later. I just wanted to write this down before I went to sleep. Happy happy, everyone.

31Dec/071

New Orleans, Fourth Night

The day itself was spent collecting the requisite souvenirs and such from various locations (and wasting some time watching a lackluster Steelers game).  After obtaining the necessary cultural detritus, including a sizable number of snuff bottles (they were on sale), we absconded for pizza and the start of our musical adventures.  Even though there wasn't anything live at One Eyed Jacks, it was still worth the stop to hear a jukebox that featured Betty Davis, Dio, Turbonegro and Funkadelic.  The red velvet wallpaper and black velvet nudes complemented the place well.

From there, we took in some more Kermit Ruffin at the Blue Nile.  Tight funk and jazz band - well worth a second viewing.  While my wife didn't pass out early or anything, there was evidently something in the vodka and tonics that promoted zombification.  Not in a drooling roofie sort of way, but in a clawing, constant-demanding-for-brains sort of way.  You have to be careful with such things in this town, but luckily we managed to escape without incident.

Also, Jennifer thinks she might have run into Keith Urban, in all of his tiny, spa-enhanced glory.  So, there you go.  Thank you for that, Sugar Bowl.

We're trying to decide now what to do with New Year's Eve - Morning 40 Federation at One Eyed Jacks, Dumpstaphunk and Porter/Batiste/Stoltz at Howlin' Wolf's, or the celebration downtown.  Comments? 

29Dec/071

New Orleans, Second Night

The music portion of the night centered around Kermit Ruffin's mix of jazz and R&B, and I picked up kind of a go-go vibe from him - the music never stopped unless it had to, and you just kept segueing as necessary to make sure the dancers never stopped. Great stuff. I'm going to miss having this amount of groove-oriented music available from just wandering around. Wonder what I could do to make this happen in Fountain Square?

Our tourist-y activity of the day was taking in the New Orleans Museum of Art and one of the St. Louis cemeteries. A good friend of ours also showed us the site where Brad Pitt's Make It Right project had erected pink solar-powered tents represented the houses that would be built. Our friend noted that there's more life returning every day, and Common Ground still has a strong presence. There's still a long way to go, but the outrage is spurring some fantastic efforts.

28Dec/072

New Orleans, First Night

After a rather rough flight, including multiple delays, birds sucked into intake valves, horribly random seat assignments and a pledge never to fly Northwest again, we finally made it to New Orleans. It's much as we remember it, except for the absence of mobile command stations on the medians from last year. Baby steps, I suppose. After a quick meal of thai, coffee at Cafe Du Monde and drinks at the R Bar, we took in some of the music. There was the obligatory street brass band performance, and then we returned to the Maple Leaf for an amazing show from Johnny Vidacovich's trio. George Porter, Jr. wasn't there this time, but the group didn't disappoint at all. Grimy funk in the Maple Leaf was exactly what we needed to get over the flight nightmare.

My wife also wishes to inform the readers of this blog that it was I that cried "Uncle" first this night and not her, upsetting the normal balance of the universe and surely foretelling the end of days.

19Dec/073

Second Verse, Same As The First

So we're headed back to New Orleans for the new year this year, and I've been looking ahead at the music calendar for some ideas of things to do while we're there (now that we've gotten some of the tourist stuff out of the way, I look forward to sleeping later and enjoying more of the nightlife).  The funny thing is that some of the big shows we saw down there last year are coming around again.  George Porter and Johnny Vidacovich at the Maple Leaf?  Yep.  Eddie Bo and Snooks Eaglin at Mid-City Rock N' Bowl Check.  Dr. John at House of Blues?  Mais oui, ma cheri.

These shows were good enough to demand a return visit, I'd think.  We were so exhausted that we didn't get to catch the whole thing, so there's certainly more to be heard. And watching George Porter play bass is a revelation. These folks are legends.  Plus, there's a Toadies reunion while we're down there, and I'd like to relive my college radio days.  This is going to be a lot of fun. 

10Dec/070

eSessions

Part of the idea I had for this site when I created it was to give me enough space to record bass tracks for folks from files they sent electronically and post them for FTP. I've done this a couple times with decent results, but I'm also noticing that services are popping up that handle this kind of thing, too. To wit, I've signed up on eSessions to see what's doing over there. Basically, they act as a middleman to connect those organizing recordings and the players. There's a little real-time collaboration, but most of it is based off of taking the files and recording them at your own facilities on your schedule. Which is pretty damn handy, 'cause it gives you easier access to players like Tony Levin.

It also means that, at least theoretically, I'm up for gigs against Tony Levin, and I know who wins that battle every frickin' time.

But if you're looking for cheaper tracks from somebody slightly lower on the low end's evolutionary scale, lemme know.

7Dec/076

Bass, Steelers, and the Weekend

BassGeekYes, that's a snapshot of my Second Life avatar playing bass while flying over a Japanese garden. So what? There's so much bass in my first life that I needed to create a second one just to handle it all.

I was searching for a bass with a Pittsburgh Steelers paint job as the correct prelude to this Sunday's Pittsburgh/New England game, but there just wasn't one available on the Internet. And I don't have the money or inclination to produce one myself or have it done. I've got no qualms drilling into a perfectly good new bass to install a MIDI pickup or have a little wood carved out for a new active pickup. There may even be a replacement graphite neck on the Stingray soon - I've always liked the sound, but I'm having issues with the neck moving, and the truss rod has nearly been tweaked to its limit. But a new paint job just doesn't sound that appealing. The others are matters of function, not form.

Oh, well. Enjoy the weekend, and try to avoid contacting me around 4pm this Sunday. I'll probably be yelling a lot.

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