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I'm pretty sure that the "C" is at the third fret - the "F" on the third string too but yah got that "G" right
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. Or was you makin' a bass player joke about how they only get 1/3 of the notes right
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As Fat Freddie sez: "Well...I'll be dipped..."

Because: Your post got me thinking: I haven't looked at a fingerboard while I'm playing for... oh... about 35 years. Furthermore... I couldn't hazard a guess where an "A"... or anyother note is on a bass without doing an internet search or some such thing. In-fact, I can't remember the last time I knew (or cared) what key a song is in that we're playing. I just play... don't even think about which fingers are doing what or where... kind of like when I type... I have no idea what finger is doing what (usually I'm watching a U-Tube video or such when I type... I couldn't possibly tell you what character is where on a keyboard. I've never read a fingering chart... I just listen to a song, and if it's in my head, the fingers just seem to work without thinking about what they're doing.

Anyhoo... At tonight's gig... I actually attempted to pay attention to what my left hand was doing (and asked some questions... like "What key was that last song in?) It threw everyone in the band for a loop, including myself. I couldn't keep it up for very long 'cause I was fumbling around all over the place attempting to watch what my left hand was doing while it was doing it... but:

I discovered that whatever note I'm playing, it's the frikken fret above where-ever my left hand finger is placed that defines the note... so I guess a "G" on the "E" string is "the third fret".

I'll be dipped... Who'd thunk it?

Oh... and BTW (I guess this is the "humor thread")... our guitarist asked me why I'm suddenly interested in what key a song is in... I told him (and the band)... "It's cause I'm trying to figure out what the names are of the notes I'm playing." They all thought that was funny as hell.

I'll shut-up and lay low now for awhile.

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whats the difference between a D112 and a hammer?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a hammer sounds better on a kick drum.

 

what do you do with an orchestral violinist that cant play?

 

give them two sticks and put them in the back.

 

what do you do if they still cant play?

 

take one stick away and put them in the front.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what do you see if you look under a soprano's skirt?

 

 

 

 

 

a tenor.

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A man is browsing around in a library, and after finding a book he walked to the counter to check it out.

 

In line ahead of him is a chicken... the chicken clucks, "book". The librarian, slightly confused, handed the chicken a book. Chicken tucks the book under his wing and waddles out the door.

 

The man checks his book out and carries on about his day.

 

The next day, the man goes back to the library to return the book. Again, the chicken is at the counter. This time he hands the book back to the librarian, and this time, clucks "book, book". The librarian, catching on by now, hands the chicken two books. Chicken tucks both books under his wing and waddles out the door.

 

The man checks out another book and decides to come back the next day, to see if the chicken is there again.

 

The next day, the man returns and sure enough, the chicken is there. The chicken places both books on the counter and clucks "book, book, book". The librarian hands the chicken three books, which he tucks under his wings, and waddles out the door.

 

This time the man can't help himself, he places his book on the counter and follows the chicken out the door.

 

The chicken walks down the street to the edge of town, crosses the train tracks, through the field, down to a meadow, and eventually comes to a large pond. The man waits in the bushes and watches as the chicken wades out into the pond, to a huge lily pad, on top of which is perched a large toad.

 

The chicken holds out the three books to the toad and clucks, "book, book, book".

 

There's a pause, and the toad croaks "reddit"

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Little Johnny's father finally agrees to teach him to play bass,

 

I palgerized your joke at last night's gig. Went like this:

 

The song "Kansas City" somehow made it on the set list (again). The leadman announced the song... I knew there'd be a call for a bass solo during the song, so I said: "Before we play Kansas City... I have something to say." The leadman stepped away from his mic & motioned me up, where-upon I stepped up to the mic and told your joke... even played the notes on my bass to demonstrate... EEE-EEE... AAA-AAA...A-E-A-E-A-E-A-E. Seemingly nobody in the crowd "got it" (except maybe the band wives)... the band thought it was halarious.

 

I still was put-upon to whip out a bass solo during Kansas City (sigh).

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I still was put-upon to whip out a bass solo during Kansas City (sigh).

I've found that if you avoid the pentatonic notes entirely and just play the other 7 all over the neck as randomly as you can pretty soon the band stops asking you to puke up a solo as they think you're playing above their comprehension level ;) .

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I've found that if you avoid the pentatonic notes entirely and just play the other 7 all over the neck as randomly as you can pretty soon the band stops asking you to puke up a solo as they think you're playing above their comprehension level
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I tried that years ago. The result: A talent scout in the audience came up afterward and stuffed his card in my pocket... said he knew a band that mostly plays beatnick clubs... they need a bass player and I "had the right stuff"... except / if I could do the same sort of licks on a fretless stand-up bass.

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A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest beside her, 'Father, may I ask a favour?'

'Of course, child. What may I do for you?'

'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'

'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.'

'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'

When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'

'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.'

The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'

'I have a marvellous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'

Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'

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A priest and a minister were sitting beside each other on a flight.

Stewardess - What can I get for you?

Minister - Cup of coffee

Priest - Scotch on the Rocks

Minister to Priest - Father how could you?

Priest - Christ drank wine didn't he?

Minister - Yes, but I would have thought so much more of him if he hadn't.

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A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest.

 

The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.

 

He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked," Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"

 

"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath."

 

"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.

 

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.

 

"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"

 

"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."

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Top Ten Reasons Hurricane Season is Like Christmas

 

10. Decorating the windows (with plywood and tape X's)

9. Dragging out boxes that haven't been used since last season (camping gear, flashlights)

8. Last minute shopping in crowded stores

7. Regular TV shows pre-empted for "specials"

6. Family coming to stay with you

5. Family and friends from out-of-state calling

4. Buying food you don't normally buy ... and in large quantities

3. Days off from work

2. Candles

 

And the number one reason Hurricane Season is like Christmas ...

 

1. At some point you know you're going to have a tree in your house!

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