The Last Bass Outpost
Main Forums => The Outpost Cafe => Topic started by: Highlander on March 24, 2009, 03:45:59 PM
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Thought I'd get in before anyone comments...
Well, whilst "Doug the Piranha Fyghter" is undergoing his identity chrisis, or Phoenix like rebirth, to "Explore" brave news runs, seek out new chords, to boldly play like no bass player... err, sorry, wandered a bit there...
My name change was a temporary expression of St Pat' and I thought it was time to settle into my new shoes with something with a little more meaning to me...
Mark's suits him, as it expresses the love of her life but I don't wish to pre-suppose what the '58 represents, she looks far too young to be a child of the fifties, can't be that... :-X
Mine kinda steals the idea and transposes to suit...
" T' " a Yorkshire "The" - anyone know the "Four Yorkshiremen" sketch... not my origins, part of the roots of my warped state of mind...
"BaRD" - a double entendré - firstly, my family has a reputation for producing "bards", story tellers, someone who passes on the information from generation to generation, who holds the family memories... secondly, a play on Mark's as I play an RD...
" '59 " - just tried looking up the price of "single malt's" to match my vintage and taste - I could buy a T'bird, well at least a good Epi... Red's are nearly as bad (a good year for Bordeaux) a price; I'll settle for a nice Merlot, vegetarian, of course...
I think I'll stick with this... at least for this week...
The stories we all could tell... ;)
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T = Tranny..................
Bird = Thunderbird
1958 = The year I was born.................
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Ha ha Mark, I thought the T was just for tbird! I should have known. ;D
And while I'm not from Manchester, I did live there for a while (for the record, I preferred Eccles and Stockport to Salford in almost every way)... My latest name comes from the realization I had a couple years back that I was then where my dad was when I first got to know him. He's gone now, so that makes me Old Man Carlston to my two boys. To them, I'm OLD!
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I miss 69Vette tho!
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T = Tranny..................
Manual or automatic?
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Manual or automatic?
I don't know but I'll bet it has a quick-change rear.
;D
What???
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George, don't ever let those from "God's Orn Kuuntré" hear you mention Cheshire or (even worse) Lancashire - what brought you to t' oop nooorth...? (in the finest "I remember when arr were a lad..." tradition, of course...)
69Vette - I presume that is what you used to run "under" at some point in the past, Mark...? and believe it or no, the "T for Tranny" never even entered my head, so much for lateral thinking... ;)
... Surely you could never be that old, sis... :o :o :o ("...and stop calling me Shirley" - your groan entered here please)
Dave and Lowend - please let that thread-line rest, or Mark will be asking us to check the level on her dipstick, or where should she put it...? you know how girls are when it comes to automobiles... :o
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how about some originalty there senor t'bard. this is akin to plagiarism. nes pa?
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I miss 69Vette tho!
I miss it too, brotha! I need to find a picture. One of my favorite cars.
Bard, that was my nick here before I got old. And Lancashire... I spent 3 months in Blackburn too and for the two years I was in England, that was the only area where I had to really concentrate to be able to understand what the heck anyone was saying! I was over there as a Mormon missionary (though I managed to avoid a bike the whole time I was there ;D). I've loved the north ever since and still consider England my second home.
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I don't know but I'll bet it has a quick-change rear.
;D
What???
;D I was going to say it was one of those fancy either/or switch shifter things! ;) :P
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I miss it too, brotha! I need to find a picture. One of my favorite cars.
Bard, that was my nick here before I got old. And Lancashire... I spent 3 months in Blackburn too and for the two years I was in England, that was the only area where I had to really concentrate to be able to understand what the heck anyone was saying! I was over there as a Mormon missionary (though I managed to avoid a bike the whole time I was there ;D). I've loved the north ever since and still consider England my second home.
Man you lucked out on your mission! I work with a guy that had one son sent to the Yukon for his mission - poor kid probably got snow shoes instead of a bike. His other son went to Guatemala and came back with some wicked nasty/scary parasites. My cowoker did his in remote Alaska.
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Nofi - just trying to remain within my green credentials, you know, re-cycling stuff, after all , music is a language with jsut seven notes and an infinite amount of recycling...
... and to cop a lyric from Mr Young, "Here I sit with this borrowed name, too wasted to write my own..."
Now George, that will be why you are settled in Utah... ended your wicked ways and double ententrés(69Vette, indeed...), though the "pup" thang almost made me skip a paragraph... :o
I did almost all of my intruder alarm training in oop nooorth in Blackburn...
We have a Mormon meeting house in my fathers home village ways up in the Western Isles of Scotland (a dark and forbidding land filled with aging Norsemen called MacLeod and Pagans and "White Settlers" (the local description for "Non Island Folk" trying to show my brethern the errors of our ways), and have had for over 20 years if I remember rightly the house is still there, though I believe the occupants were eaten at Up-Hellyar one time or other...
Gotta admit that I would prefer it if England was my second home (Jackie, the better half/stabilising rock in my life, is from KY but has been over here most of her life) - life over here has changed so much in such a short time - I no longer can think of London as "My Home Town" - I go to so many places and I feel like the "foreigner", and it can be that I'm made to feel it too, which is sad...
Buzz, you ain't been to Blackburn at night - a REALLY scary place...
What is it with you Americans - here's me at 0200 GMT and your all just coming on line - this is the third time I have tried to post this...!
Ah well, to sleep perchance to dream (of chrome...)
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Ken, from what I heard of how the kid lived for two years in Guatemala Blackburn would have been heaven - the kid that got sent up north kept calling home asking for more warm clothes - IN SUMMER! :)
GMT! That's some kind of newworldorder metrical time keeping thing idn't? ;D ;D
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Man you lucked out on your mission!
All I had to suffer was my appendix leaking all over my insides (I was sick for about a year after that). Luckily, the guy in charge of the missionaries in my area was new and sent me to a Bupa hospital (private insurance), where my treatment was excellent (as was my nurse, Vicki, who took her status as 'naughty English nurse' almost too seriously)! The scar from my appendectomy is pretty much invisible, and at its worst was only a thin, light purple 2 inch line. One of the other guys in my group went the NHS route and while I must stress that he recovered well, they must have splayed him like a trout from the scar he was left with.
I'll tell you though, most former missionaries (probably of other faiths as well) come home with some great stories they end up repeating constantly for the rest of their lives. Not quite the same kind as their college age peers at home, but varied nonetheless! ;D
Edit to add: And yes, I really did luck out. Picture a 19 year old Beatle freak finding out he's being assigned to Liverpool not long after arriving in England. Four months of scouser heaven, that was! And everywhere else was great too, even when the places I lived and worked in were scary. As missionaries, you're usually as far removed from pop culture as humanly possible, but in England that just wasn't going to happen. We had tea appointments (people feeding us dinner) every Thursday no matter what area I was in. Top of the Pops would just 'happen' to be on every week. Up until that time I'd never known older adults to be into pop music, so it was quite a shock to meet 40-50 year old guys (in 1984) who were into everything from the Beatles to Deep Purple and Iron Maiden. England was the PERFECT mission for me!
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life over here has changed so much in such a short time - I no longer can think of London as "My Home Town" - I go to so many places and I feel like the "foreigner", and it can be that I'm made to feel it too, which is sad...
The last few times I was over I was shocked at just how different things had become since I lived there. I've seen a lot of changes here in a few of the places I've lived, but nothing like what I saw in England. I hear you there, Ken...
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"I was going to say it was one of those fancy either/or switch shifter things!"
"I don't know but I'll bet it has a quick-change rear.
What???"
Wait, are you guys talking about my heine or car parts? :o
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;D
Normally I'm Chris P and I think I'll be back to that name soon. But the P has nothing to do with Precision and Chris P. has nothing to do with Crispy, though some friends call me Crispy.
My real name is Chris Dekker, or Chris P. Dekker. I was born in a very small village and there's another Chris Dekker there. We don't look like eachother, but we're bot into musical things. He organizes a rock festival and so do I. So a lot of people confused the both of us, so in this village he's Chris H. Dekker and I am Chris P. Dekker. Or just Chris H. and Chris P. But every year people call me to ask me about his festival and people call him to ask him about mine.
The nicest one:
One day I had to take pictures of two girls for something. Nothing special, not pornographic, but they had to wear something sexy. Long story;) One of the girls decided to call me, but she called the other Chris. You can imagine what the reaction of his girlfriend was when a strange girl called her with the message that Chris, her boyfriend, would take pictures of her and what sexy thing she had to wear!:D
Of course there was a fight:) To make things worse the girl left her phone number. Chris H. called back very confused and het got her father.... ....who was one of his business partners, so confusion was even worse:) After a while Chris H. tought of me, I settled everything and Chris H. is married to that girlfriend now.
The there are some other confusing things:
There's a soccer (our national sports) trainer in Holland called Chris Dekker. Sometimes fans of this club mail me or add me to MSN. Once 42 a day!!!!
There's a doctor in Alkmaar where I worked called Chris Dekker. A female colleague thought she had a heart atack. Gladly she hadn't, so no bad ending. I called 911 and I said: This is Chris Dekker in Alkmaar and I need an ambulance.
The girl asked about diagnosises I made and so. I just yelled: There's someone dying so send an ambulance!
But she kept on asking about diagnosises and so and later on it appeared she though she spoke to the MD Chris Dekker.
And I think there are like 5 Chris Dekkers near where I live.
So that's why I am/was Chris P.
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I'm a one man Rhythm Section!!
I love playin' Drums an' Bass!!
My plan has been to play Bass in my band Godbrothers & Drums in my other band TigerShark...but so far I play Bass in both!!
...as well as Drums in TigerShark, which is fine in the studio...but we'll need at least one more band member to play our stuff LIVE down the road, 4 or 5 would be best!!!!
In any case my moniker Rhythm N. Bliss was chosen for my love of Rhythm & spiritual life.
My stage name Tiger Shark was chosen 10 years ago, when Tiger Woods started kickin' ass & I first learned about tigersharks & figured the 2 names together would be a great band name!