The Last Bass Outpost

As if I had posted it ... You can be tasteful even in tights as an over-sixty-year-old with a much too young American wife of Polish descent faking a Brit accent. It's all in the hands.

Dave, what is this? Stadium medieval folk? 

And after jokes in ill taste about anorectics, I might as well report my dawning realisation from watching Meg's penchant for hiding her left arm from sight behind her back while playing one-handedly: Could it be that, like many American teenage girls***, she saw and heard Def Leppard in the eighties just a bit too often? Maybe she thinks it ought to be like that and her whole drumming approach is a politically correct (just like me!) hommage to Rick Allen?!  

That wasn't fair on Rick, whether with three, two, one or no arm(s), he can play paradiddles around Meg with his toes. And Ian Paice once said - before the accident - that Rick Allen was a very talented drummer, so he must be in my book.

The White Stripes had naive charm, I'll miss them a little bit. The Raconteurs are a logical progression and Dead Weather is to my ears a little mannered in attempting to defy traditional rock listener expectations and sounding off-the-wall. It has its moments though.

***Taylor Swift said Def Leppard was her "favorite rock band" too!

I once read that they were a limited run of a couple of hundred. Maybe people just keep them as they are good basses and the resale value was low up until very recently!!! The red ones are more rare though.

True, only her drumming was a little flat.

I think he's a stiffer.

I'd never thought I'd see the day where people would seriously go after a 20/20. But I'm gratified they do. It's a careful and detailed  overall design, not a loveless affair like some of the other Gibson 80ies basses such as Explorer and Q-80/90 or IV/V (let down by its look, not its qualities).

I just found this little gem.

Fantastic version of a real classic! I'll admit it, I like Frau Safka and still do. Nice to see a TB Studio in action too.

I didn't know he was gay. In that case of course it all made sense! He had a befitting good-bye from the others, kinda like I would like my funeral to be!

"Chapman died on 4 October 1989 after suffering from throat cancer and secondary spinal cancer.[3] He had several chemotherapy treatments and tumour removal surgeries in the final months of his life, and at one point, he ended up confined to a wheelchair. By September 1989, his cancer had been declared terminal. He filmed scenes for the 20th anniversary of the first broadcast of Flying Circus that month, the last time he would appear on screen, but became ill again on 1 October. Those present at the time of Chapman's death in a Maidstone hospital included his brother, sister-in-law, partner David Sherlock, and his former Python fellows John Cleese and Michael Palin, who had to be led out of the room to deal with their grief.[4] Terry Jones and Peter Cook had visited earlier that day. Chapman's death occurred on the eve of the 20th anniversary of the first broadcast of Flying Circus, and Jones called it “the worst case of party-pooping in all history."

The five surviving Python members decided to stay away from Chapman's private funeral, to prevent its becoming a media circus and to give his family some privacy. They sent a wreath in the shape of the famous Python foot with the message “To Graham from the other Pythons. Stop us if we’re getting too silly”. They held a private memorial service in St Bartholomew's Hospital in London on the evening of 6 December 1989, with a chorus of the Chinese version of the hymn "Jerusalem" ("… Bling me my speal, oh crowds unford, bling me my chaliot of file…"). Cleese delivered his eulogy to Chapman, which began as follows:

“Graham Chapman, co-author of the "Parrot Sketch", is no more. He has ceased to be. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky. And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, of such capability for kindness, of such unusual intelligence, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun. Well, I feel that I should say: nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard, I hope he fries. And the reason I feel I should say this is he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw — threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste. ...[5] ”

Cleese continued after a break from laughter in the audience, claiming that Chapman had whispered in his ear the night before, when he was writing the speech, saying:

“All right, Cleese. I know you are very proud of being the very first person ever to say 'shit' on British television. If this service is really for me: Just for starters, I want you to become the first person ever at a British memorial service to say 'f***'. ”

Palin then spoke, saying that he liked to think that Chapman was there with them all that day — "or rather, he will be in about 25 minutes," a reference to Chapman's habitual lateness when they were all working together. Idle, choking back tears, stated that Chapman had thought that Palin talked too much and had died rather than listen to him any more. He also led other surviving Python members along with Chapman's family and close friends in a rendition of "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" from the film Life of Brian. Not to be outdone by Cleese, Idle was heard saying during the song's close: "I'd just like to be the last person at this meeting to say 'f***'. Thank you very much, God bless you, Graham."[6] On 31 December 1999, Chapman's ashes were rumoured to have been "blasted into the skies in a rocket".[7][8] In reality, however, Sherlock scattered Chapman's ashes on Snowdon, North Wales on 18 June 2005.[9]