The Last Bass Outpost

Don't forget that my Peter Cook is technically a "mud-bird" now... sounds wonderful, but I don't have the speaker setup yet to run at full throttle, yet... 

I can assure you that my assistance would only be in hoping Uwe get's something almost "unique" and most certainly "Gibson-flavoured", with my influence being more "catalytic" than "cash"... 

If time is a problem, here's a totally off the wall idea, would this be a job for "Bach-Man"... 

"Shadocastaz" (sorry, don't know your name), should this go on the Rob/"Basvarken" list of future projects... now that I might be tempted by... the first thing that should be asked, simply out of respect to your gorgeous efforts, is your permission to forward the idea... 

Playing a support slot tomorrow, and sharing lead vocals on one song... 

Have a great holiday US buddies... 

Do I take a 10% cut for management and promotion...? 

(picture Peter Cook, not the luthier, sitting on the bench, with the hat and raincoat, extremely nasaly whiny voice)

"Here's an interesting fact: did you know that the internal dimensions of my old shed are nearly the same size as the external dimensions of my new shed...? Which has presented me with a dimensional challenge yet to be overcome..."

Oops - so much for a metric conversion for a 10x8 shed... 

What sells sells Gary, nothing has a "value" unless you sell it - the "Mona-Lisa" is simultaneously worthless and priceless...

Re the mix - I wonder what the "White Album", or any of his other influences, would have been like without George Martin, the "real" 5th Beetle...?

Whatever, nevermind... 

Davelon...?

"Collie" could be derived from "Cally", which is in turn derived from the Gaelic word "caileag", which in turn translates as girl, or "Lassie"...

Our Shetland Collie (a fluffy minature breed) was called Caileag...

I was once at a "reject" primate sanctuary ("damaged-goods" never used to be welcome at zoo's, missing digits, etc - "look mum, that monkeys hurt", etc) We were there to drop off a big dog fox for rehab from an RTA... I had a small monkey jump over everyones shoulders when he was let loose and landed on my shoulders, wrapped his tail around my neck, and then proceed to "groom" my hair (yes, it was a long time ago...) the lady that ran the sanctuary said that he was a "gay" monkey, as he would only groom males... My wife made the comment that his hands "felt like soft leather" - we never wore our leather jackets again... they also had a marmoset that acted as a "den mother" for all the baby squirrels...