The Temple of the Mighty Bague

According to the BBC, swimming about in green stuff has the effective of - well - staining you green. And for those doubting thomases amongst us who may be sceptical of this, they’ve even provided a video of a polar bear. With green on it.

I’m glad my license fee is going towards this kind of reporting. I’m eagerly anticipating the story where they demonstrate that tripping people up makes them fall over.

Please note that the above image is just that - an image. It doesn’t link to anything because I don’t want it to.

Slurring. That’s what I need to do. Low G/A -> F is flawless. G -> B Fine. High(er) C->F fine. Low G/A -> High(er) F not as smooth as it could be - mostly because of the changes in embouchure at C, G and C.

So back to C->G->C->G->C slurring. Over and over again. Until I’m dead, my lungs come out the end of the bass, or I can do it. Whichever comes first.

Well, I’ve got a shot of a Bb Bass from the band. It’s certainly different from the baritone - needs a lot more air through it for a start. It’s not just the air though - my embouchure technique, while fine for my baritone, needs to be completely changed. The mouthpiece on the Bass is H U G E and my lips have a tendency to flap around a little too much.

Other that that, it’s a lovely lovely instrument, if a little on the heavy site. Gala days will, I’m sure, prove interesting.

Today was an odd day. Everything went remarkably smoothly in the morning and then Epic Fail began to flow across the interweb at me from the East. Fortunately, a few swift verbal corrections to counter the ridiculous groundless assertions (No! Black is NOT white!) countered the incoming bogon flux and from there the day improved.

It’s amazing how the absence of contact with a single person can turn a day of FAIL to a day of WIN.

Well, when I got up this morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was out. But it’s raining again! Bucketing down! With gusto. I mean, it’s really really trying hard.