The Last Bass Outpost

Eat the others, not us!!!

Ein Schotte!!! Willkommen, you direct descendant of Mary Stuart!



Do you tend to write longish, stream of consciousness posts? Or short ones that are still difficult to understand? Some of your countrymen do, but I'm not giving away names, that I kennot do.  

It's a pleasure to have someone here who - unlike most of us, see the pictorial evidence in the above post -has not served in the American Civil War and/or breathes like Darth Vader.

No pic of the Vic, Matt, how come? G-3 is a good choice, a very snappy member of the family with quite some versatility. And what didn't you like about the original Epi pups in your Epi LP?

Uwe

I have an unusual opportunity to compare with the mudbucker and Model 1 in my EB-0.  Granted, the Model 1 is nearer the bridge, but it does have more definition to the sound while maintaining a fairly rough and wooly sound.  Certainly a more civilized version of that sound, and in today's world, a bit more useful.

I can't say how old the Model 1 is, but I was told the bass was stored for around 20 years before I got it last fall. So fr I'm doing fine with both the Model 1 and mudbucker wired direct to the output.  I certainly don't need a tone control to reduce the treble frequencies.

That doesn't look half-bad, I must say! Considering that the Model One had its heyday in the second half of the seventies it's more than likely that the pup is considerably older than twenty years

The wedding set has been pre-approved by the bride and groom.  Included are - Under My Thumb, Lets Spend The Night Together, Beast Of Burden, Midnight Rambler, Satisfaction, Honky Tonk Women, and Start Me Up.  All very appropriate songs for a wedding/honeymoon :-)

Honky Tonk Women with it's lyric "I laid a divorcee ..." at least indicates that the now happy couple envisages a healthy relationship even after their separation! Midnight Rambler points to a penchant for the more interesting aspects of adult entertainment. Under my thumb must be fed by the realisation that true democracy cannot work in a marriage. And as long as you still want to spend the night toghether you don't really need to be started up or worry about becoming a beast of burden.

But it's frankly too early to already not get any satisfaction. And not being able to get a girl in action should be worrisome to the bride ...

It does look like a guitar sibling!  But it's probably just veneer (unless it's a very expensive B&CH) where mine is a spalted maple top (parts of the original korina top were removed to make room).

Fungorers rool! 

For what it's worth: The much derided Model 1s have a fine nuanced sound with a lot of musical detail which you were probably thirsting for if you owned a mudbucker-equipped bass in the seventies where the mudbucker's emphasized frequencies boomed out everything else beyond audibility and people would always implore you to "get your bass clearer, please". They also record well. Just one thing they aren't: a force of nature like the mudbuckers. They are un-rock.

Robert Palmer was a cocaine head in the late seventies and eighties. Like lots of people (e.g. Bowie in his pre-Berlin phase, Parfitt and Rossi from Status Quo, Parfitt now has multiple bypasses for it). Because it was perceived as a "clean" drug, people thought they would get away with everything and that the most serious repercussion was psychological addiction. Not so. While contaminated heroin has a better chance of killing you than contaminated cocaine, it is almost unheard of that a former heroin junkie dies, say, 15 years after his last heroin hit without having taken the drug again. Your body seems to recover from it once you are and stay clean. In contrast, with cocaine, your heart muscle seems to have a very long memory. It always makes me wonder how ex-cocaine abusers must feel when they read of another heart attack death of someone known to have (ab)used the stuff.

"Or even Fender Japan!"

Insulting but apt.