Bass Lessons

[Editor’s Note: Written in December of 2008 and never used. Not sure why]

Author’s Note: Don’t ask me; I just write the stuff. There is no editor]

I (used to) play the electric bass. It’s not a bass guitar, although everyone calls it that. There actually is an instrument called a “bass guitar.” It has six strings and is tuned lower than a regular guitar, but it’s not a bass. A bass is that doghouse with the four strings. The electric kind hangs on your neck and gives you a bad back (left side), deafness, and a couple hundred bucks a night for as many nights as you’ll show up, because every other person in the world is an unemployed guitar player. Own a bass and you’ll always work.

That’s what my brother told me all those years ago. He actually knows how to play the thing properly. Everything I learned about it he taught me in one afternoon in his freezing cold, decidedly downscale apartment in Providence RI. I never had to learn anything other than what he taught me that day, and I’ve forgot half of that, and I could still work every night if I wanted to. I don’t. No one owns one, shows up, and plays bass — instead of monkeying around like the guitar player they wish they were on the wrong part of the neck.

But you need bass lessons, and I’m busy and don’t know how to play, and my brother’s busy and in lives in LA, so we’re stuck with YouTube. I’ll teach you everything you need to know right now.

You have to play the blues first. It’s easy. Just shut the hell up and never venture past the fifth fret. There are only three chords, and if you play with John Lee Hooker he’s not even interested in all three of those. Muddy Waters will show you how:

That’s the first song I played for money three days after my lesson. I stunk, but everybody else did too, and they practiced so they had no excuse. The audience was drunk, what difference would it make?

You can actually practice, and you can hang all sorts of musical drapes on that framework. Like Miles Davis’ friend Paul Chambers:

But you’re a hack whitebread dude. You gotta eat too. Duck Dunn will show you the way to play in barbands where the all the fights are merry and the dancing is violent:

Nuffin’ to it. But what if you want to play pop music? Well, it’s really just tuba parts from the music hall. Macca gets it.

He sings OK, too. Remember, no matter how bad you sing, make sure there’s a microphone in front of you or you’ll make less money than the other guys. Even Ringo figured that out eventually.

But you need rock music, too. The thudding kind, not the Beatles kind. You only need to learn one song –any song– by any one of a dozen bands with guys that go to Chest Hair Club for Men. Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Lynyrd Skynyrd; makes no nevermind. This is as good as any:


If you want to play like a real bass player, you’ll have to devote your life to figuring out what the hell got into James Jamerson to make him play like that on all those Motown records. Good luck. How Einstein came up with the special theory of relativity is an easier poser.

Got all that? Me neither. I used to try to play like 10 percent of that and had to sing over it, too. The seizures are getting better, now.

Reggae bass playing is easy. Just play like James Jamerson, only backwards.


But you’ve got to learn one lesson, and learn it fast: Girls don’t want any of that. They want to dance, and they don’t want it too sophisticated. This was the National Anthem of girls in a tube top right up to the present day: Easy, too. The song, I mean:


See, even Helen Reddy will have an extra sloe gin fizz and get jiggy when that’s going on.

There you have it. You’re qualified to make a crummy living from 8 PM to 3 AM three nights a week and two weddings a month. Hope your girlfriend has a comfortable couch.

What’s that? Country music? Which country? Our country? Don’t bother. There’s only two notes, and neither is all that compelling.

I (Still Don’t) Want To Go To Las Vegas

[From 2007]

 

No, I really don’t. This person does. There isn’t room in the whole town for both of us. Besides, I’m self-employed, and that’s all the gambling any soul could ever need.

I offer this as a window into my soul; no offense, but this is exactly how I picture every commenter and author on every page on the Internet until they prove otherwise.

I don’t know what they pay policemen. It ain’t enough.

Wet Paint

As reader and commenter Ruth Anne pointed out, we have indeed remodeled Sippican Cottage. The blog, not the actual house. That’s getting pretty shabby. Cobbler’s children and whatnot.

New masthead. New font. New, wider screen. Same old doggerel and maunderings.

We’ve tarted up our Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys, too. Lest we become stick-in-the-muds. Like sharks, we all must swim ever forward or die. The whole Intertunnel is our chum. Check it out when the boss ain’t looking. We will accept either praise or approbation. We’re open minded like that.

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys.

10 Things You Should Be Able To Do If You’re a Handy Homeowner (But Still Can’t)

[Editor’s Note: First offered in 2007. Well, at least the masthead is new]
[Author’s Note: I’ve read 653 additional lists of this kind since. You guys really need to go outside more. There is no editor]

I’m not sure I can take much more of this.

I’m enthusiastic about people becoming interested in what I’ve always been interested in: making things with your hands. It’s not the people hungry for knowledge I’m disappointed with; it’s the people who are telling you what it means to be “handy.”

Part of this appeal is that people that work in the mines of intellect long for the touch of a lump of real handwork coal from time to time. In a world where division of labor has become so incrementally small that many never see any one thing through from start to completion, the appeal of making a thing out of raw materials as a balm for the soul is growing. But man, the people peddling this stuff have no idea what they’re talking about.

Remember Norm and Bob? They once stood on a scaffolding hanging off a decrepit Second Empire dump in the city of my birth and banged on the thing until it was livable. Fantastic. Norm is still banging away, but only at furniture, and still worth looking at. But his old, original haunt has degenerated into advice on how to interview consultants you can hire to hire designers to assist you in finding feng shui necromancers who will aid you in finding a personal shopper to help you pick out fourteen gold faucets for the powder room off your conservatory turret. Jaysus, make something, will you?

Our internet friend the Instapundit champions this cause, and good on him for it. But he linked yesterday to Popular Mechanics’ advice on how to “be handy,” [Editor’s Note: Amusingly, the link is dead now but it goes to a list of 10 other identical lists] and I didn’t know whether to laugh, or cry, or what. It reminded me of so many customers I’d seen in construction, desperately trying to convince their wives they were good with their hands, too, after their wives looked out the window at the addition being built on their house, and saw the sidewaller with his shirt off.

Popular Mechanics telling you you’ll be “handy” if you change the handle on your shovel, or learn to solder a circuit board. Priceless.

By the way; the “shovel” pictured by PM would never be called that by anybody that wielded one. It’s a pointed shovel, but everyone calls it a spade. A flat shovel is an entirely different animal. And if you worked for a living you’d buy another one because a new one is cheaper than a handle. The handy part is digging with it properly, and knowing how to sharpen the nose with a file, and what kind of linseed oil to put on it in the fall so it doesn’t rust.

OK, enough carping. Here’s what you need to be able to do to be handy.

Ten things you should be able to do if you’re a handy homeowner

10. Crosscut and rip a board
Think of the board as Anne Boleyn. If you want another, skinnier wife, that’s ripping. If you want the same wife, only shorter and suitable for replacement by Jane Seymour, that’s crosscutting. They are two different things in cutting wood, and it used to make a great deal of difference which of them you were doing. Old fashioned dudes had one hand saw for each. You likely need to know how to rip on a table saw, and crosscut on a sliding miter saw. You also need to figure out how to make enough money to purchase those tools.
9. Order a piece of lumber at a real lumberyard
Note to my new handy friends: Home Depot is not a lumberyard. It is where you pick out window treatments if you don’t mind a concrete floor. A lumberyard is that place where there’s a mysterious chainlink yard behind a steel building with a grumpy man behind a counter in it that says: What do you want? and then stares at you. You need to know the species, grade, nominal and actual sizes, and shortcut nomenclature for raw wood components. Hint: a 2×4 isn’t.
8.Paint a straight line
It’s the most important skill any person can have in your home, and you stink at it. If you’re using tape or any gadget, you’re doing it wrong. You need a good brush, the proper paint pot, and a lot of rooms with bad lighting to try it enough times to get the knack of it. Also, the reason the painter has paint all over him is that he’s worn the same clothes every day for fourteen years. He never gets paint on him, really. If you’re making any kind of mess, you’re doing it wrong. You can make a mess of the rolling later. Learn the “cutting in” first.
7.Wire a convenience outlet
Spare me the danger thing. You work with electrical outlets all day, every day. If you can’t learn how to wire a 15 amp branch circuit to a box and install an outlet in it, I don’t see what good it’ll do you to learn to solder things that you’ve got no place to plug in. Learn how the electrons flow, handy dude or dudette.
6.Plant a shrub
I don’t mean dig a hole with your… hee hee… “shovel,” and water the rhody ’til it’s dead. Watch a real landscaper prepare a hole for a shrub and plant something, and you’ll know how to go outside and be handy. If you can do that, you can grow pretty much anything.
5.Hammer time
There’s actual advice on nailing technique in that PM article. Trust me: Nobody nails nothing no more. At least not with a hammer. You break metal strapping off bundles with the claw end when you’re not mashing things flat, but you need to know how to safely use a pneumatic nailer and compressor to nail things now. They’re as cheap as dirt, and safer. I know people who have lost an eye hand-nailing spikes way back when. Hand nailing is fine. It just never comes up.
4.Fell a tree
It’s hard to do safely, and unwise to try on anything you can’t get your arms around easily, but you really should know how to cut a pie-shaped notch on the side where you want it to fall, and a slice slightly lower on the opposite side to get things moving. You need to know where to stand, which is generally: somewhere other than where you are. Chainsaws are a blast. They’re safer than imported Chinese food, too, so never fear. I cut down a tree every Earth Day, to keep in practice.
3.Plumb a sink and toilet
If you don’t know how to make the finless brown trout go away, you’ve got no business calling yourself handy. And if you can’t make water come out of a sink to wash your hands after, just call the plumbers and go back to flower arranging or crossword puzzles or whatever.
2.Lay some ceramic tile
It’s easy, really. It’s as close to a truly permanent installation as anything you’ll ever do in your house; which is why you’ll always pick out the worst tile to install. At least you’ll know you can replace it yourself. Rent a wet saw like a pro has. You can cadge backrubs from your significant others real easy off this one.
1.Build a piece of furniture
Look, a table is just four vertical poles, four little pieces of wood connecting them, and a cutting board on top. You need to make some sort of this thing. It will be hideous, misshapen, poorly proportioned, rickety, and you’re bound to paint it a color you’ll tire of in a year or stain it with the color and uniformity of the contents of a sick baby’s diaper. So what?

What are you waiting for? If you ask nice, I’ll send you a plan for a table if you need one. A handy man will answer any request, generally, unless you’re foolish enough to refer to them as ” a handyman.” That’s generally when you discover they’re good in a fight, too.

The Trajectory of Rock

A little video for your delectation, with enough subtext to gag an Aesop.

Month: July 2009

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