The Mediocre Bassist Club

Happy good morning

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I've been asked to fill in for a bassist who in undergoing chemo at the Christmas Carols for our community choir. First rehearsal is Monday and I have no idea of a set list or what keys anything will be in. Given that my ear is made of tin, I just hope that the music is a)readable and b)not too "out there". Having never heard them sing, and I've never played secular music, it will be interesting.
Give yourself credit, they asked you so your the man. Any doubts look cool and play quietly.
You’ll do fine.
 
Good News in History, November 23

61 years ago today, the very first episode of Doctor Who was broadcast on the BBC. (1963)

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French mathematician, scientist, and religious philosopher Blaise Pascal experienced an intense mystical vision that changed his life (1654)

The first jukebox—called a “Nickel-in-the-slot player”—debuted to rave reviews at the Palais Royale Saloon in San Francisco, built by the Pacific Phonograph Company (1889)

The first edition of Life magazine was published by Henry Luce (1936)

The first all-female expedition to the South Pole began their 70-day, 1287-km ski trek, including 3 American women, 1 Japanese woman, and 12 Russians (1990)

{If you are interested in the first all-female expedition to the South Pole, I recommend:

No Horizon Is So Far: Two Women And Their Extraordinary Journey Across Antarctica by Liv Arnesen and Ann Bancroft:


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Be playing it Thursday for certain. I prefer the 30th anniversary rendition.

 
Howdy all! Long time no post. I skimmed to catch up. Apologies to all for anything I missed.

Mrs. Dadglasser just got called out to assist with the Red Cross. She was not "on duty" or "on call"; however the fire department was called out to a house fire. A woman who speaks only Chinese was wandering around in a daze and the gal at the Red Cross knew only one person who speaks Chinese. They patched the fire captain in and he said, "Speak! Say anything! It doesn't matter!" I'm not sure whether he was addressing Mrs. Dadglasser or the unknown woman/victim. Anyway, they both started talking at the same time and, thank goodness, both spoke Mandarin. I was soooooooo proud of her. She is going to make a difference in the unknown woman's life and get to her mahjong game at 5:30.

Good for Mrs. D! I speak some Mandarin. I haven't had occasion to use it much since 2019, which makes me sad. That is something my new home is sadly deficient in -- Mandarin speakers and good Chinese restaurants! Otherwise it's a pretty cool place, I am finding.

We have a lot of stuff from wife's parents. It's almost all going. The one thing we are keeping is an original Norman Rockwell of her great grandfather. And kids are under order in the will to get that to her cousin when we die. That should stay in the family.

Reading all of the posts about moving/downsizing/etc. Yeah. I did a lot of that over the past decade but still have boxes of mystery crap that have been in storage. I have resolved to go through them. It takes time but I'm making progress. In the middle of a box from my years at the film studio. There were other things on top that need to go elsewhere—I guess there was room in the box, and you know how it is with moving—I was so organized and I started way ahead of time but it never matters, at the end you're just throwing crap in boxes. LOL! Anyway, it's been a fun trip down Memory Lane, and also satisfying to realize that the box full of taxes and backup is so old I don't have to keep that any more.

It's been a crazy two months. Our plumbing in the 1958-era house was galvanized steel throughout. I say was because we had to have it torn out and replaced after the water main from the street began to fall apart. Old galvanized has a tendancy to crumble, don't you know. So, to do that, I had to move everything out of the mancave, which means total chaos in the basement where I normally practice and play. I haven't played a lick since. Work has kept me busy enough that I haven't had time to put the basement back in order.

So we dumped $3K of our emergency fund, which is the whole fund, into the plumbing. Then the ol' dog was discovered on a check up to have a tumor in her belly, which doesn't appear to be doing too much damage yet. She's 14, had one eye removed and can't see out of the other and had to have half her teeth taken out, all last year, so we won't be doing anything other than enjoying her. She's still happy, but she means far more to me than just about anyone but my wife, dad and brothers. We've been through the poop together. When she goes, I will be reduced to a quivering, sobbing gelatinous blob of protoplasm.

Then, as we're prepping to take off to Michigan for a family visit on Thursday, Forester Gump, our Subaru throws more dash lights than a 737 MAXX, which means I have to work from home today to get it to the shop. And, my Cologuard came back positive so I have to deal with setting up a "Positive Reading Colonoscopy" which apparently is sort of an emergency colonoscopy. The soonest I could get in? Jan. 29.

So, I'm broke, walking, waiting for the dog to croak and afraid to wipe me arse and devoid of bass.

Life is a trip, man.

OK. Thanks for putting up with me. I find it odd that this is the place I go to when my brain is befuddled and not to living people -- other than the wife -- or other social media. Thanks for being her.e

@Old Blastard, that's a lot. I hope you have a lot of good quality time with your doggo.

As for the Cologuard...I had one of those a couple years ago. It too came back positive. Here's what I learned from that experience. They have a lot of false positives, and the older you are, the greater the chance of them. The real kicker is that once you have had the Cologuard positive and get the colonoscopy, the colonoscopy becomes "diagnostic" rather than "preventative." Preventative tests are fully covered by the ACA (for now). Diagnostic are not. Which means, money out of pocket.

I did a lot of reading about this whole thing. Most gastroenterologists recommend you just have the colonoscopy, because it's both diagnostic and curative. If you have a polyp that is cancerous or precancerous but hasn't spread, they take it out, and you're "cured."

I had nothing wrong at all. Still ended up with the cost to deal with and months and months of stress (because medical care where I am is scarce, and this was post-pandemic and things were just a mess as people caught up on deferred care). The nurse at the hospital where I had the procedure chuckled a bit at my nerves and said, "Oh, we get those (false positives) in here alllll the time."

So, lesson learned, and I will say the same to all of you. If you can, just bite the bullet and have the colonoscopy. I would have saved myself a lot of stress if I'd done it in the first place.

CAVEAT: The docs also will say that any test is better than no test, so if you can't get a colonoscopy for whatever reason but can do the Cologuard, do it.
 
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Be playing it Thursday for certain. I prefer the 30th anniversary rendition.


WRVV from Harrisburg used to play it at noon on Thanksgiving day but stopped around 5 or 6 years ago.

Since then I just play it through my bluetooth sound bar in the kitchen starting at..............well noon of course. 🤗
 
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Colonoscopy:

Doctors moved me from the 10 year up periscope to the 5 year plan. Then I slipped through the medical crack (pun intended). They lost track owing to computer changes.

Made enough noise that they scheduled me back at ~6 years? Then ordered a Cologuard. I refused because it would have done nothing with a procedure imminent.

Thirteen polyps, none cancerous.

Now I'm on the 1 year plan, and am due back in March.

Speaking of pewpy things, down with flu since Wednesday.
 
WRVV from Harrisburg used to play it at noon on Thanksgiving day but stopped around 5 or 6 years ago.

Since then I just play it through my bluetooth sound bar in the kitchen starting at..............well noon of course. 🤗

The Last Waltz is also standard Thanksgiving listening. Let's hear it for Bob Dylan's hat.
 
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Frenchman who sleeps with alligators seeks refuge for venomous menagerie

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COUERON, France - His neighbours have cats and dogs, but when 72-year-old Philippe Gillet settles down to watch television there is usually an alligator dozing beside him.

His bungalow in western France is also home to a venomous Gabonese viper, a spitting cobra, a python, alligator turtles that can bite off a finger, tarantulas and scorpions.
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“When there is a storm he comes to sleep in my bed,” said Mr Gillet. “People think I am mad.”

{Helen Humes, Alligator Blues:



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