bovinehost
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Out in the studio to all kinds of different stuff - got about 100 CDs in the changer and I just hit random play.
I get Nick Lowe, then some Motown, then some Sam Phillips, then some rockabilly...and that silly Bongo, plugged into my dream Peavey rig, just covers it all.
It makes the other basses feel bad.
I have a friend, he's 60 and one of the best jazz players in San Antonio and probably a lot of other places, too. He's traditional. He doesn't like weird stuff or off the wall stuff or bizarre colors....he figures odd looking basses will cost him stuffy jazz gigs, and he's probably right.
Anyway, he was up here last weekend and he's given me a lot of grief about the Bongos. Bongo Boy, he calls me. He finally gets around to plugging in my fiver, though, and from Friday through Sunday, that's about all he wanted to do - play that Bongo.
"What are you going to do with this one when you get the green one?" he asks. I tell him I'm keeping it. "Well.....put me down as first on the list for this one if you decide to get rid of it."
The Bongo Prevails.
Same thing with my buddy Ray, a touring, on-the-road forever kinda bassist. Knows every song ever recorded. He was in town last month, and yeah, he liked to hassle me about the Bongo. "Just too weird", he said.
He tried the four string HH one night and finally, hours later when he put it down, said "I want one of those."
Then I let him play the fiver. "Oh. Oh. Yeah, never mind, that's what I want."
I just thought it had been a while since I mentioned how really good these basses are, and this is all I wanted to say.
See the look on his face? It was like that the whole time.
I get Nick Lowe, then some Motown, then some Sam Phillips, then some rockabilly...and that silly Bongo, plugged into my dream Peavey rig, just covers it all.
It makes the other basses feel bad.
I have a friend, he's 60 and one of the best jazz players in San Antonio and probably a lot of other places, too. He's traditional. He doesn't like weird stuff or off the wall stuff or bizarre colors....he figures odd looking basses will cost him stuffy jazz gigs, and he's probably right.
Anyway, he was up here last weekend and he's given me a lot of grief about the Bongos. Bongo Boy, he calls me. He finally gets around to plugging in my fiver, though, and from Friday through Sunday, that's about all he wanted to do - play that Bongo.
"What are you going to do with this one when you get the green one?" he asks. I tell him I'm keeping it. "Well.....put me down as first on the list for this one if you decide to get rid of it."
The Bongo Prevails.
Same thing with my buddy Ray, a touring, on-the-road forever kinda bassist. Knows every song ever recorded. He was in town last month, and yeah, he liked to hassle me about the Bongo. "Just too weird", he said.
He tried the four string HH one night and finally, hours later when he put it down, said "I want one of those."
Then I let him play the fiver. "Oh. Oh. Yeah, never mind, that's what I want."
I just thought it had been a while since I mentioned how really good these basses are, and this is all I wanted to say.
See the look on his face? It was like that the whole time.
