mammoth
Well-known member
hey guys and gals!
Had a gig last weekend at a local rock venue (spread the funk!) and had some great moments i think you can only get with a bongo.
As the time arose for me to clamber away from the booze pit and up onto the stage (being 3 sheets to the wind already) I decided it would be a good idea to rip into some funk mingling with the crowd while my guitarist was busy making ready with the rock. As the groove-mist lifted and I regained my senses and looked up to what felt like a wall of "dropped jaws"
Que:
"What the f**k bass are you playing man?!"
"oh my god, you're bass is making me tremble"
"can I touch your Musicman??? PLEEEEASE"
so I calmly introduced her to the fan-boys n girls..
"this is Barbarella, you can lick her but i can't guarrantee she wont slap you"
i then had a gaggle of them touching my bass in the most self indulgent Bongo love in orgy i could imagine.....
boy was it fun, and promptly she sang and sang and sang..
In essense, the relative obscurity of this amazing bass we salute as Bongo allows us to blow peoples brains out when they least expect it..
not to disrespect you Stingray and Sterling players as I dearly love both, but when you see either bass at the side of the stage waiting, you know the bass player is gonna sound awesome. When the "yet to be Bongofied" crowd sees a Bongo, they think "what the deuce is that, i dont know wether I want to vomit or make love to it"
Thanks to BP and your team, you made Bongo, I love Bongo
and we all lived happily ever after
Col
Had a gig last weekend at a local rock venue (spread the funk!) and had some great moments i think you can only get with a bongo.
As the time arose for me to clamber away from the booze pit and up onto the stage (being 3 sheets to the wind already) I decided it would be a good idea to rip into some funk mingling with the crowd while my guitarist was busy making ready with the rock. As the groove-mist lifted and I regained my senses and looked up to what felt like a wall of "dropped jaws"
Que:
"What the f**k bass are you playing man?!"
"oh my god, you're bass is making me tremble"
"can I touch your Musicman??? PLEEEEASE"
so I calmly introduced her to the fan-boys n girls..
"this is Barbarella, you can lick her but i can't guarrantee she wont slap you"
i then had a gaggle of them touching my bass in the most self indulgent Bongo love in orgy i could imagine.....
boy was it fun, and promptly she sang and sang and sang..
In essense, the relative obscurity of this amazing bass we salute as Bongo allows us to blow peoples brains out when they least expect it..
not to disrespect you Stingray and Sterling players as I dearly love both, but when you see either bass at the side of the stage waiting, you know the bass player is gonna sound awesome. When the "yet to be Bongofied" crowd sees a Bongo, they think "what the deuce is that, i dont know wether I want to vomit or make love to it"
Thanks to BP and your team, you made Bongo, I love Bongo
and we all lived happily ever after
Col
