sabato 18 novembre 2017

Playing with the PBs.

Playing my composition "The Immigrants" with my brothers last night.


What a night!


venerdì 17 novembre 2017

Bobby's CD release.

What a special night - made me feel great to be alive!

These pictures are courtesy of Toby Prowse...


The man of the moment - Bobby Prowse.

With his wonderful support from J P Young.

His wonderfully supportive dad Chris.



Great support from the very talented Eva Prowse.


The PBs were there too (sorry about Daryl's shorts).








A wonderful night.

Bobby is da man!









Venerdì

Good morning world.
I'm up early and I don't have to be.


This is the view I see while I'm writing to you all.

Today will contain a fair bit of double bass and violin practice because I have a little gig tonight and practice time has been lost with going to the toilet too much over the last few days.

This is one household appliance that
has certainly paid for itself over the 
last few days!
Just one little thing though. At Richard's Bass Bag* we receive a lot of correspondence, mainly thanking us for maintaining our high standards in a blogging community where this is often not the case (for example, check out some of the typos in blogs from The Curmudgeon Inc.). I would just remind people writing in that, on this site, I'm generally referred to as Richard (of RBB). Please try to refrain from addressing me as Ritchie Clean Bowel.
Well, that's it for this morning. A fairly busy day lies ahead.
Enjoy your Friday and remember:
For retired people every day is like Saturday!

I'm off to read The Mundane Curmudgeon. What a blog! It's the only blog I've ever come across where you don't need to read the whole post to get what's going on. Really, if you're in a hurry, it works much better than The Curmudgeon Express.



* the original bass bagging site

giovedì 16 novembre 2017

Saved by the bowel.

I had a colonoscomy today.
The whole thing kicked off with a phone call from my doctor nearly two weeks ago.
He told me I had failed a Bowel Cancer screening test.
You fail a test like this when you get a reply saying positive.
This is back to front to how most grading systems work as positive ususlly means good.


I'm not going to write a description of the whole process because The Curmudgeon has already done that brilliantly HERE.

There were two big things in this process:
  • The wait, with it's what ifs, and memories of past history that might work against you and
  • The shit you have to drink that makes you shit lots.

AND I MEAN LOTS!

Also they didn't seem to give me that strong drug that The Curmudgeon talked about, so I felt every move of the surgeon's tools. I squealed like a toddler.

The great news is that I passed the test. I saw my bowel and it looked pretty good.
I also got a certificate with pictures of my bowel on it.


A scare, and it was a big scare, reminds one just how precious a healthy life is.
It doesn't matter whether or not you're the best bass player, it's just so much fun to enjoy being a bass player.

Thanks bowel - you saved me today.
Thanks to all the doctors and nurses.


martedì 14 novembre 2017

On a mundane blog detail can be your best friend.

I'm pretty excited by a new blog that is in the process of getting going.

It's called The Mundane Curmudgeon - HERE.

The Mundane Curmudgeon
So why are we so excited here at Richard's Bass Bag,* besides the fact that it will make us look good?
Let me explain...
Sometimes on this blog, when talking about a double bass bow or technique, it is necessary to go into detail. This detail can be seen as mundane. We believe this is good because people just can't be laugh out loud happy all the time. In fact, Richard's Bass Bag* has a built in mundane factor for this very reason.
Welcome aboard The Mundane Curmudgeon. We look forward to the calming experience of waddling through your unnecessary detail and stories that make our eyes feel heavy.
As you write, make sure you never forget that detail can be your best friend.








* the original bass bagging site

Jazz, jazz, jazz.

I spent all day yesterday listening to student jazz recitals at the New Zealand School of Music (Victoria University).
Yesterday was the turn of the bass players. They perform in combos with other students.


The standard of playing was high. It was great to see the comradeship between performers. No sign of competitiveness, everyone just did their best. I've seen a lot of these young musicians play before and it was easy to see the progress of quite a few of them. I must have listened to about four hours of music. My son was playing, so that was my motivation to be there. It was great to see (hear) jazz in such great shape. My advice to the tutors - whatever you are doing, just keep doing it.
The audience for these recitals was small and made up mostly of fellow students. They should really advertise these recitals as it would be a chance for people to see some great music.

domenica 12 novembre 2017

Late Sunday Evening at Richard's Bass Bag.*

I played a freebo gig at Kapiti this evening. I was offered money but I turned it down because it was a fundraiser. I bet plumbers don't do that but, there again, playing the bass is an easier job than unblocking a toilet - especially if putting your hand down the bowl is required. Still, what with buying dinner and using gas, it cost me quite a bit to play.
But that's life.



I got to play with a hot young pianist who is playing at my son's university end of year recital tomorrow - I plan to spend the day at the university watching student recitals.
Why not?
This young pianist is about 19 and is very, very good. I guess that made the gig worthwhile.
It was what we musicians call a backing gig.
On a backing gig you lug your gear in, wait until you are required, play tunes that you don't know well, work hard to try to make them sound okay and you don't really get to shine. These gigs generally have no bass solos. Then you lug your gear out.
This was a school fundraising event and, at the end, the teacher who was running it reminded the 'under twenties' (students) that they had to stay and help pack up. 
I told the young pianist that, since he wasn't twenty, he would have to carry all of my gear out to my car. It seems that hot young pianists can spot any note or chord coming from anywhere but they have difficulty spotting a joke.
I told him it was a joke.

This week the term stick it up your arse! will have more significance for me because I'm expecting to have something stuck up my arse. 
In younger days I was told to do this once or twice (or maybe a bit more often, to be honest) but the event never happened. 
This week I get to have a proceedure called an Endoscomy.


I picked up my 'pack' (containing all the things you need to do in preparation - exciting!) the other day and, without thinking, said to the hospital person at the counter, 
"Looking forward to it."
I was lying.
Like with the hot young pianist, I told them it was a joke.
Hospital staff seem to get jokes better than young pianists.



My nephew Bobby has his CD release this Friday and the PBs are involved.
Looking forward to it. (I'm serious this time)

Well, that's it from me on this Late Sunday Evening at the bag.

Remember...
Chi va piano va sano e va lontano.

Ciao.


















* the original bass bagging site