domenica 21 gennaio 2018

Domenica.

Here's a bunch of guys I've never heard of playing Cherokee - HERE.

Sounds good to me.

Here's some other guys playing Confirmation - Here.

The guy on bass is the one and only Stanley Clarke.

Nice solo Stanley and nice playing Mr Violin Player. If my first born had been a boy, should would have been named Stanley. Probably good that she wasn't. I don't know if it's wise for the children of aspiring musicians to be named after famous musicians.

Stanley
Anyway, Stanley is a great player.

Robert: Hey you, with the small backyard that has no room for that jail like thing from Percy's Reserve, so what's the point of this post?

Yeah, sorry Rob. I was just thinking about these two tunes this morning because I plan to play them in the near future with my son - two basses.
Last year we did a two bass thing on a gig with a band he was playing with and we both soloed on Cherokee. It went pretty well but boy was it fast!



I'm off to do some double bass practice, so I'll keep this short.
Ciao.


sabato 20 gennaio 2018

Just a precaution.

What with The Curmudgeon poaching DTZ Bill and having his thugs running around threatening people, we at the BBB thought we better look ready.

Here's where people who mess
with us will finish up.

And just to show that it's not one of those downloaded pictures like The Curmudgeon uses...

Richard (of RBB) moves into shot.

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venerdì 19 gennaio 2018

Over the hill.

No, I'm not talking about The Curmudgeon Inc., though such a statement wouldn't be far from the truth!
Today I walked from our place and over the Nuova Lazio hill - a walk of 1 hour 40 minutes.


The last stage - a down hill walk to The Hutt.

That's Nuova Roma in the distance.

Lower Hutt.

Blogging News - Friday 19th January.

Good to see Robert back, even though it's only as a commentator.




As The Curmudgeon says, his popping in is almost like a godly presence. Or someone returning from beyond the grave. Sort of like in Star Wars when the old dead Jedi masters show up to give advice.

Thanks to Bin Hire for filling the void left by Robert's blog disappearing. Bin wishes to express that his new posting style is not an attempt to lampoon Robert (The Bible Basher). He just took some of Robert's ideas as a starting point - as an inspiration. That's a compliment to the success of Robert's blog and how it is missed.

I can't imagine anyone bothering to copy The Curmudgeon Inc. style.

The Curmudgeon who leads
a weird group of old men.
Do you remember how, at the start, all The Curmudgeons were taking a turn at writing posts. Then they all buggered off on holiday. It seems some came back but the rest are probably sitting around scratching themselves. This is a top heavy organisation, if ever I've seen one.

giovedì 18 gennaio 2018

It takes two to tango, except if you're a Curmudgeon - then it takes about twenty to tango.




So, as I said at the beginning of my last post, Robert's blog is gone and The Curmudgeonly Boys are trying to claim Different Time Zone Bill as one of their own - as if them haven't got enough members  already, and as if The Curmudgeon doesn't struggle to keep them all posting. The Curmudgeon needs to learn that good blogging is about quality and not quantity. He has this system going where all their posts (when they do post) show up on The Curmudgeon's blog. I guess his blog is a bit like a stage where different characters walk in one by one and say their piece.

"And next up we have The Tall Curmudgeon! Please give a 
round of applause for The Tall Curmudgeon!"

Robert's blog has disappeared before. I suspect that this time he is not happy with me. We had a few exchanges over the PBs - the band I started with my brothers (including him). Ironically the idea behind the band was to keep all the brothers in contact. I repeat, all the brothers. We've always had this thing between the boys that, if one brother upsets another, they both have to get over it quickly. I hope Robert intends to play to this unwritten rule and does not isolate himself.
So what went wrong with the five man PBs?
This band pulled together five people who had evolved their music in different ways. Some were music readers, some were not. Improvisation was an important part of the band. By this I mean you have to listen to the music and try to fit into the style of each tune. Some of the boys have done a lot of gigging and have a pretty good idea where the performance bar should be set. Because of experience, or lack of it, in various genres some music styles are not going to work with this band. Bebop, Funk, Barbershop and Chamber Music would be four obvious examples.
For a while the band struggled to find common ground and to gel, but things are pretty well sorted now and everyone in the band seems happy. Except that we are now a four piece.
Why?
Robert says he suffers from performance anxiety (I hope I represented what he said correctly - apologies if that is not so). This is probably the main reason why he has twice chosen to leave the PBs.
Fair enough.
You are supposed to enjoy playing music.
I guess I'm a bit protective of the PB's band. To me it is more important as a brotherly thing than any attempt to be the best band around. However, one should always strive to make things the best they can be. I repeat that some brothers have more gigging experience and ultimately these brothers will float to the top as leaders.

I love this! The poor guy who made it up didn't realise
that the stars are much further away than the moon.

Robert did take a few subtle pot shots at the PBs, and my replies were probably what upset him.
I hope he reinstates his blog because otherwise I'll just be reading about outside furniture blowing over in the wind up north and how many windows The Curmudgeon has in his house.
It takes two to tango.

mercoledì 17 gennaio 2018

My trip to the Wairarapa.

I go away for one night and two things happen:
  • Robert buggers off - his blog vanishes and
  • The Curmudgeon poaches Different Time Zone Bill.
But today I'll just deal with a happier occurence, my trip to the Wairarapa.

We headed off yesterday and had a look around Masterton and Carterton before going to our motel in Greytown.

Jim Dandy came along for the ride.

I parked the Batmobile outside our unit.

We'd stocked up on wine at the local supermarket. I told Shelley to get two Cleanskin Chardonnays but she must have thought I'd said Mission Special Reserve (at $20.99 a bottle) and we finished up having to drink those. Bugger.

We explored the main street of Greytown.
I noticed a caravan specially built for dwarfs.

I kept a lookout for my old friend Noel.

Then I saw a motel and misread its sign.


I thought it said 'Abort Motel' and
felt that the owners were not being
very positive.


Then Shelley and I had a game of big sized chess.


I won and Shelley threw her king to the ground.

Then she challenged me to a game of pool.


I won again.

And to think that Robert said God is great!

The next morning we visited Martinborough. We checked out the vinyard with the special Pinot Noir that The Curmudgeon had mentioned but they were shut. Never mind, there's a Cleanskin Pinot in Countdown in The Hutt. We had something to eat before leaving. I attempted to take a picture of our food.

I didn't get the camera up in time.
This has happened to me before
with other activities.


Next we had a look around Featherston. I found out that it was named after Dr Isaac Featherston.


It's not really a huge compliment to 
have Featherston named after you.

We had a look in the Upper Hutt gallery.

They have a wooden floor.
I wondered why, since there's no Mr Upper Hutt, they didn't upgrade Dr Featherston and name this town after him.

Then we drove to Avalon with the specific purpose of having one last challenge.




Richard 3 - Shelley 0.

She did improve over the second nine holes.



But she really didn't take it all on the chin like a man.


"Come on dear, I'm trying to take your
photo. You were second."


Well, there you have it, my trip to the Wairarapa.

I'd better go, I'm just making up the bed in the spare room.
Ciao.