Saturday, 20 January 2018

So, it seems like Different Time Zone Bill has gone over to the dark side.

The Curmudgeon has put up this blog - HERE.

Different Time Zone Bill
DTZ Bill is a nice enough chap but have you heard any cries of distress from the Bass Bag Blogs?
Sadly DTZ Bill really isn't a huge loss. I'm sorry to have to say that.
The Curmudgeon Inc. likes to play a numbers game.
I haven't bothered to count all the Curmudgeons who are now on their books, but it's probably close to twenty.
What I have noticed, as have other readers, is that they all write the same crap.
Unfortunately DTZ Bill is just an attempt to introduce a bit of novelty into a big boring pile of old men.

The Curmudgeon Inc. - 
a big boring pile of old men.
So The Curmudgeon has supposedly poached DTZ Bill. Who really gives a shit?

Monday, 8 January 2018

I don't get it.

I read The Music Curmudgeon - HERE.

He keeps going on about this singer with a funny name. I just don't get it. What am I missing here?

I mean, she seems like a nice young lady. I just can't see what all the fuss is about.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Music is more fun when you make stuff up.

Fancy being a so called Classical musician and spending your life playing other people's music.

I guess that, if you choose to play an instrument like the oboe, it's your own damn fault.
While I'm on the topic, why would anyone want to become a tympanist?

Imagine that you're at a party and the old guitar comes out and a sing along develops. 
Someone calls out, "Brian, go get your tympany!"
Straight away there are a few problems here:
  • What are the odds of your tympany being in the back of your car?
  • Do you really want to lug them into a party situation where someone is bound to put his bottle of beer on one of your drums?
  • Tympany are not going to work on Brown Eyed Girl.
  • Someone is probably going to tell you to shut up.
  • Anyway, let's be honest, no one is going to call out, "Brian, go get your tympany!"
Here's another scenario. You turn up at a jam - you have your viola and you're all dressed up in your penguin suit - but then you realise there is no music! You're going to have to make it up.

Tough shit fella!

I hear Classical musicians moaning that the audience for Classical concerts is dying off and some orchestras are struggling. Well, this is a sign from Angry Jesus that these musicians should start playing different stuff. Shorter pieces that don't go on for bloody hours.

Friday, 29 December 2017

Barry comes to the party.

I spent Christmas day at Richard (of RBB)'s place. His Uncle Steve likes to chat.

" was just after the time I'd been 
working for Barry Brickell..."
Richard (of RBB) said to me, "I don't usually listen to what he is saying but I pick up certain words. I often hear the name Barry Brickell." He went on to say that Barry was a potter who Uncle Steve approved of.

Today I went with Richard (of RBB) and Shelley to The Dowse in Lower Hutt (not my favourite city - even Sodom was better). You know how I feel about galleries like The Dowse and I have to say that today I wasn't disappointed. Most of the space was given up to some guy called Gavin Hipkins.

An example of Gavin's crap.
Gavin's stuff needs long written explanations because, without that, you wouldn't a have fucking clue what he is doing or why. His stuff was spread over five or six different spaces. Each room covered the same theme, showing that Gavin is a one idea guy.
Shelley said there was some pottery upstairs. Pottery = cups and saucers, vases, bottles and jugs trying to pass as art.
I said to Richard (of RBB), "It won't be the real thing unless we can find something by Barry Brickell.

Then I found his name!

And then a picture!

I thought, "They must have at least one example of his work here!"

And then I found Barry's name again!

A jug that Barry had made!

And handy if you're having a cup of tea and need something to put the milk in.
Okay, pottery has dated badly since the 1970s, when crooked looking kitchenware was in, but at least Barry's jug has a purpose.
He could teach Gavin bloody Hipkins a thing or two!

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Why do rock bands have to have silly names?

A jazz band is mostly named after the person who runs it:
The Miles Davis Quintet, The Lincoln Centre Jazz Orchestra, The Oscar Peterson Trio, The Testore Trio.
Classical Orchestras generally tell you where they come from:
The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, The Auckland Philharmonia.
Sometimes chanber ensembles take their name from someone who inspires them or whose music they play:
The Mozart Quintet, The Orpheus String Quartet.

Okay, so far it's all making sense.

Let's move onto rock bands:
The Small Faces

Hang on, where did that name come from?
The Animals

Not something you'd really want
to advertise!

Well, at least Robert and Darek will like this one!
and on it goes!


Thursday, 14 December 2017

How do you spell 'wanker'?

Find out HERE.

All you have to do to spell wanker is use the word cultured in your own name.

Yes, I'm talking about The Cultured Curmudgeon.

Or Yoghurt Boy, as
he should be called.

His post is titled SINGING WITH MYSELF. His next effort will undoubtedly be an instrumental -

So this guy sets himself up as some sort of know all about culture.

Maybe, if he wants to know about music, he should watch THIS.

Now there's a song!

Good on you The Knobz and thanks for clearing that point up for us.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

There are now two blog lists on the original bass bagging site.

Think top and bottom here.

Think high, as in above, better, correct.
The top list is full of interesting shit.

And then we have...

Blogs that are shit.
There's a new word for shit floating around.
It's spelt C-U-R-M-U-D-G-E-O-N.

Okay, so I've told you the truth. You know now.
Use the top list.
Better go, I'm off to a modern art gallery.


The Plague.

Avoid likeThe Plague.