Thursday, May 22, 2008

Hospitality, Bitches

Tomorrow is my trip to the hospital in order to cure my malady (second time for this repair). I'm all nervous and shit. My mantra is all about feeling better after I go under the knife. No BLC practice on Saturday means I can actually do some recovering, although I'd rather play bass than chill out stoned on Oxycodone (hee hee) all weekend long.

Speaking of that, I feel like I'm playing really well presently. My BLC rig is sounding awesome and Ampeg-y. I am digging that 4x10" sound for that band (who'd have thunk). The orange one is sounding nice, too, wired parallel. Working out "The Distaff" last weekend was really a high point for me. Just hanging out with Dameon, Andrew and Kelly really can improve my attitude.

Agonizing through a very peculiar bridge tonight was equally satisfying. The tube meanie is requiring some dialing in, however. I'm either standing too close to the amp, or playing too loud. That B tonight was totally getting away from me. Maybe that's because it's all 60 cycle? That's my theory for the time being. I'll work it out. Might need to do some work to quell that feedback--maybe switch to heavy gauge strings (!?!), a higher-mass bridge, and a brass nut (mas mass). I need to replace zee hinkey nut since I've fucked it up with los cheapies de medium. After the next batch of shows, I'll take her into the shop.

The two bands are very different sounds, and I'm glad that I can get my electric grandmother off after getting my moody on. I cannot use a plectrum, though. Thus, I'm not going to pretend that I'm Peter Hook anytime soon. That was a funny moment.

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Now playing: New Order - Broken Promise

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