I'll be honest, it's a silly name!

I'm talking about The 6 Strings - the new branding for our group of blogs.

The whole bloody guitar thing has gone on for two long. I'd rather we were called The Trumpet Section or, more appropriately, The Bass Section. But there you go, we're the bloody 6 strings.
More bloody twangy guitars!
Oh well, never mind, at least we're bloggers and not potters or weavers.

How did pottery become art?

Look at these three pictures - this is a bit of a quiz.

Okay, you could say they're pretty but which one of these answers best describes what they are?
a) High art
b) Containers for food and drink
c) Items from an art gallery
d) Art worth big bucks
e) None of these

Don't forget, before you try to be smart, that only an idiot answer 'e)None of these'.

The correct answer is 'b) Containers for food and drink'.

Take my word for it - they don't look so fancy when the plate (or bowl) is full of spaghetti (with cheese dripping everywhere) and the cup is filled with coffee.
At best these things are fancy cups and saucers, things that hold your food and drink. Okay, they might have been a bit trendy in the 1970s but those days, and the bloody hippies, are long gone.
Want a plate? Go to The Warehouse - they're only $3.

$3 and good for holding spaghetti.

I don't want to sound happy all the time, but...

...getting around Bass Bagging Hexagram blogs has never been easier!

I just use this...

I'm talking about the LINKS on the right - all the blogs I need to reach!

Now this is what I call art!

I moan a lot about art and artists on this blog.

Finally I have found something that represents perfection!

THE BASS BAGGING HEXAGRAM.

Perfect symmetry and probably the best avatar anyone has ever come up with!

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?
Nope.
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?

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.

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.