My big birthday present this year is a Trace Elliot Super Tramp Twin 100W amplifier, and I receive notification that it has been delivered to my pa’s house (makes more sense than delivering it here, honest) at 7:30 this morning, a deivery time which is almost as anti-social as the amp itself. I will collect it later.
I dither around getting prontouts of the Britten thing to send to George and Sara and also getting the compilation CDs into a package with the notes, so that I can go to the post office and do them all in One Fell Swoop.
Actually get successfully to the gym, hurrah, although my exercise isn’t what you’d call strenuous – I feel really washed-out – but it’s very nice to sit in the hot room and become clean clean. I think it’s one of those things that the Romans had a point about, sitting in hot rooms to get clean clean. Unlike wearing bedsheets, which I think was one of their Bad Ideas. Invading places and giving them long straight roads sits somewhere between the two extremes.
Mad rush around doing money stuff, going to post office and doing a shop, and then I go to pick up the amp. It’s quite hefty – I think that it’s trying to position itself in the same market as the Fender Twin. I had tried to get it’s big sibling, the Quad Chorus, but they’d sold out. They being Thomann, the very fine (and quite cheap) German musical equipment retailer.
I seem to have a soft spot for Trace Elliot, probably largely because it was TE gear that was available at my price-range when I needed it. I have one of their bass combos and a couple of acoustic effects pedals. They’ve always struck me as a very solid-sounding and reliable manufacturer, although it has to be said that I’ve not exactly shopped around in my time. This particular amp seems to have discarded theit trademark green (the bass amp is both green and furry) in favour of Basic Black, although with nice clean lines. Still, I’m happy with it. It has the potential to be upsettingly loud, too.
The other problem is that the best place for it (over by the bookshelf, raised up on a chair) is quite a long way from any electrical sockets, so I’ll need to get an extension for it. And another dual footswitch (you can use two, and they provide one) and I can play all day – louder … not so loud … louder … fuzzy … fuzzier … reverb on-n-n-n-n-n-n … reverb off … etc ad nauseam or at least until the neighbours complain.
So for the second night running I fail to get out to an open mike. Bad boy that I am.
Ben gave me a copy of Disco Volante by Mr Bungle for my birthday and I finally listen to it. It is completely insane, a combination of Metallica, the Beach Boys and Carl Stalling with a touch of jazz thrown in for good measure. I actually find its aggressiveness a little bit disturbing. It’s always jabbing at you, and it’s impossible to have on as background music or any other way… how is one supposed to listen to it? It’s a great steaming Pointed Stick of a record, as soon as you think it might be settling down it changes tack again, violently and unexpectedly. Perhaps it’s actually four completely different records, cut up into strips and then reassembled at random.
Ideal Hallowe’en music, that’s for sure.
I add something that I’ve been looking for for ages to the CSS for this site. So basic that I’m embarrassed to admit what it is. Still, I do get one step closer to creating a template (though not for this site) that’s based completely in CSS. Of course, only a few of the more modern browsers would be able to render it properly, but I’m more interested in the elegance of the solution than any practical considerations. Sometimes one can give Jakob a little too much credence.