WHY?
[Hey, Richard (of RBB), you know where you'll be taking a trip to soon!]
Look...
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| Only one link left! TC's. |
I can probably reestablish some, like Richard's Bass Bag 2 & 3, but others will be gone for good.
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| Isolation. |
Ah well, life goes on.
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the original bass bagging site
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| Only one link left! TC's. |
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| Isolation. |
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Well, I'm just working on something for my tune The Immigrants. I don't think you'll be interested, but it should give me a really good intro to the tune. I had a very busy day yesterday, what with lawns and things, and only achieved half an hour of practice. I certainly hope to put that right today. However, it was good that Daryl came around and helped me straighten the bridge on The Bob.* Thanks Daryl.
I'll also need to do more practice on Anthropology today. Actually, I need to do more practice on all my 17 chosen pieces. Busy times.
It was good to see Peter write two posts in quick succession yesterday. The poor fellow turned up at golf but forgot his 'boarding pass'. Ah well, he got a walk out of it. Seems like he'll be looking for a new playing partner since his old one disappeared from the blogging scene. Good luck with that, Peter. No one has heard from Rob for nearly two weeks now. Maybe the Catholic church turned him into a martyr?
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| Saint Robert of Moera. |
He'd turned up to what was to be a quiet evening mass with a possible few runs through the rosary. The church shop was well and truly shut up. It was definitely a bring your own rosary beads night. He was near the back and said a quiet prayer to Mary. There was a small group of old ladies sitting in the front pew. One had a baseball bat and one held a rather big knife. The priest who entered was a little fat fellow who was dressed in all the mass gear. He signaled the man sitting at the back to move up to the front. The priest spoke to him. "We need a patron saint. Someone who is prepared to give their life for Gsus." "It's spelt J-E-S-U-S." the man said. "Gsus is a musical term, used by people like my sinning brother. I've recently left his blogging community because he's going to Hell for eternity. Jesus certainly doesn't want him in Heaven." "Well, you'd better make an effort to get on with Mr. Linford." quipped the little fat priest. "Not everyone up there is going to be fun. Here's the deal, we let these ladies chop you up a bit and you become a martyr. We get our patron saint, and you walk into Heaven untouched and you don't have to live anywhere near Mr. Linford."
* One of my two double basses.
Okay, okay, I know that no one really cares about my practice, especially not the blogger referred to as TC. The reality is that I only know of one regular reader of my blog and that's TC, aka Racoon Hat Man.
All hands on dick. Oops, I meant...
A section: || Bbmaj7 G7b9 | Cm7 F7 | Dm7 G7 | Cm7 F7 | Bb7 | Eb7 Edim7 | Dm7 G7b9 | Cm7 F7 ||
|| Bbmaj7 G7b9 | Cm7 F7 | Dm7 G7 | Cm7 F7 | Bb7 | Eb7 Edim7 | Bb7 | Bb7 ||
This is the section that I need fluent chords over. Oh sorry, I'm talking about Anthropology. Remember that I'm playing it unaccompanied, so I need to make the chord progression heard, as well as solos and the tune. At times a bit of each. The B section just contains four dominant 7th chords a 4th apart, so that's pretty easy. The form is A A B A.
Okay, I've got a few jobs to do today, but then I'll get stuck into Anthropology, along with other tunes.
A few jobs?
Good morning. Here are two good pieces of news for Easter Monday.
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| The handle is made of wood, but the 'hitting part' is made of very dense rubber. |