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dooks.
i think the reason why they post even if they are unsure about how correct it is, is simply to help. they are trying to help you and other players get one step closer to performing the given song. i therefore find it not so fabulous of you to have a go at them...
secondly, if learning these songs to perfection means a lot to you and the band, why not invest in a couple pop hit books? they are generally more accurate than the tab sites...
for you to be in a position to insult these people, surely you must be quite the player. if your skill is above theirs perhaps you should learn them by ear, as it will be much more beneficial to your playing in general and if done correctly will give you better results.
ive found that many player interpret tab in their own way which may seem wrong even though they are playing the correct notes. for example many limit themselves to one chord voicing, which may not sound authentic or true to the recording you are emulating. phrasing also comes into the picture as the notes may be the same but the phrasing different, which leads some to believe the tab is wrong. im not saying you have done any of these things, just things that are worth taking into consideration...had a massive ranty reply for all of this but then decided it was too boring for public consumption. suffice to say i'm right and you're not.
cheers for the good wishes though. it went verrry well.
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Hi Dooks
Me and my fiance have been looking for a suitable band to play at our wedding in May next year and you sound perfect - just what we are looking for! All we've been able to find until now are crap covers bands...
It'll be in central London - do you think this sounds feasible? Do you have any mp3s we could hear?
Hope to hear back from you soon
Cheers
Dave
sounds entirely feasable. after the raging success of that last minute affair we're setting up as an ongoing concern. and have added another (awesome) guitar player. we're narrowing the remit to 50s and early 60s rock n roll too. no more cheesy rock. pm coming your way dude!
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i know dude. sorry, i was only messing.
i'm not actually angry about any of the above. including the no telly thing. in fact i went without a telly for many years too. i only got one again when i moved in with my girlfriend a couple of years ago.
i was just having fun practicing my ranting for a new blog i'm working on with a friend.
sorry about yr forks btw james.
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hi - hope this isn't too dumb of a question. i have searched a fair bit and not found anything (which worryingly makes me think it might be REALLY dumb):
i have shimano spd mtb type pedals and i've tightened them several times over the last year or so. last time i did so i seemed to get to some sort of stop where i couldn't turn the allen key anymore (i think i may have rounded off the bolt on at least one anyway).
one pedal in particular is now very annoyingly loose. my cleats don't look to be very worn so i'm wondering it is new pedal time? is there a finite amount you can tighten that spring before it won't go anymore or would new cleats (despite the existing looking pretty good) remedy the situation?
thanks,
al.
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There is an answer to this Dooks.... dump the telly. I haven't had one for ten years. Or been cross at the sort of stuff you describe!
could do. but there's a lot of good telly out there and some REALLY good telly. i refuse to turn into the annoying c*nt in my office who frequently reminds us of his telly-less way of life (and by extension, his intellectual and cultural superiority, uniqueness and invidualty). he's like the smelly c*nt of a physics teacher at my school that drove an old landrover with stickers on it including "look! no seatbelts!" and "kill a tree for christmas" bet he didn't have a telly either.
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I am so f*cking sick of cutesy-wutsey, cuddly-wuddly “let’s all get together” ads. The second you hear a slightly out of tune ukulele or acoustic guitar plinking away you know you’re about to be subjected to a load of “charmingly child-like” twee twaddle for a mobile phone, car, bank or mcdonald’s. I’m almost beyond angry with not only the temerity of these hateful c*nts to continue to insult my intelligence with this seemingly endless torrent of lovey-dovey babyish schmaltz but the outright cheek of the ad agencies to continue to churn them out. while I’m on it, other common themes I hate with a raging vengeance:
1 – “talking as an inherantly good thing”. mobile phone ads glorying in the art of inane babble. urging (usually women) to gossip, natter and generally jaw endlessly in the name of peace, harmony and “connecting with your inner child”. usually done under the conceit of “getting together” or “sharing” being beneficial for the future of humanity. I f*cking hate it. you’re not negotiating the end of apartheid or engineering peace in the middle east you’re keeping a commercial phone network in softly spoken scottish accented voiceovers by gabbing with your mates about who said what to who at the thing that you went to at the weekend in the dress that you got from topshop where you ran into so and so who’s just broken up with whatisname… despite what the baby-voice lady with the handmade cardboard background just told you, you mooing imbecile, sometimes it’s good to SHUT THE F*CK UP!
2 - “connecting with your inner child” – the worst and most blatant exponent of this at the moment is some car ad (with an innocent twee folky childlike song of course) that actually explicitly twats on about “taking time for the child in you”. I’m sick of being told to connect with my inner little sh*t and to buy phones, loans and cars by some wholesomely naive c*nt with coloured pencils, wool and a polaroid camera listing their top five pebbles like a retarded baz luhrmann voiceover. I’m a f*cking adult and I expect to be treated like one especially when you’re asking that I enter into a contract to commit a sizeable chunk of my monthly income for the foreseeable future. The last time I checked, finger painting, stuffed toys and thumb sucking weren’t acceptable behaviour in client meetings so why am I repeatedly being told that regressing to the state of a fragile six year old on a rainy day is where is should be while considering whether to commit to 25 year mortgage or 60 monthly payments on the pollution spewing car I can’t afford anyway? Isn’t acting like spoiled children, being indulged and encouraged to do so what got us into this mess in the first place? I don’t want to take some time for the inner child in me, I want to act and be treated like a f*cking grown up.
3 –the sleight of hand (a) “saving the planet (and your conscience) by raping it marginally more gently” – concerned that your oil burning, smog spewing, tarmac demanding, carbon belching car is bad for the environment? Well, just make sure you pump up those tyres properly because did you know “you can help save the planet by pumping up your tyres and very slightly reducing your fuel consumption”. Problem solved. Concentrated laundry detergent might appear to the untrained eye to simply be a more potent and powerful version of the same poisonous and environmentally damaging chemicals, but no, concentrated laundry detergent is saving the planet because the bottle is smaller and therefore saves on packaging.
the sleight of hand (b) “it’s health food, honest” the dairylea cows are on a mission to get calcium into kids. The only legal reason I can envision for this quest is the prevention of calcium deficiency, otherwise known as rickets. Is rickets is a genuine health risk to the nation’s blobby little darlings these day? In the age of cheese straws, milkshakes, coco pops and stuffed crust, deep dish frozen pizzas topped with mini pizzas are stick thin bowlegged, coughing matchstick sellers collapsing in noodle-limbed agony from calcium deficiency? I suspect not. I’d suggest therefore that marketing nutritionally bankrupt processed cheese goo as an essential health food is disingenuous at best and probably outright b*llshit. I’ve noticed a similar gambit is used by the cow and gate ad for baby’s milk formula which runs along the lines of “did you know you’d need THIS MUCH (mother presents toddler in a high chair with a bucket sized cup of milk) to get the same amount of iron as in one of our normal sized cups of “milk and iron” or whatever. at which point any same person might think “yeah, or a thousand times more of anything with a thousand times less iron in it” milk isn’t supposed to be reinforced with iron, so when you add iron to milk it’s a bit rich to start having a go at milk for not having enough iron isn’t it? Again, I don’t know, is iron deficiency in toddlers a common problem? Were misinformed mothers previously trying to get iron into their children by force feeding them insanely oversized doses of substances with little or no iron content in a misjudged attempt to make amends? either way it’s cockwash.
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yeah i'm sure there has. there's a few factors to weight up i imagine: bb height, crank length, pedal size etc.
i'm looking for cranks for a old road coversion (relatively low bb) and will want to use suitably period pedals (relatively wide compared to spds) hence looking for 160 or 165mm cranks.
you're right it might not make much of a difference but given the choice i'd rather get the right thing first time round than find i need to replace them later... or pitch myself face first into the gutter. at least that's what i've been telling myself.
but yeah given the pedal strike myth thread and the ridiculous scarcity of affordable vintage 160 or 165mm cranks... i'm now willing to try 170s.
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jesus that "how to break up with your girlfriend" thing might well have been written by someone more self-aware than me who had lived my life in an alternate universe. the first cycle took nine years. i'm not sure how far i am into the next yet...if it ever goes tits up like that again at leats i'll be prepared.
anyway - sorry to hear you're going though it. my advice is to get off the fucking internet asap and stop taking advice from the likes of me. also definitely don't go on a bender, fuckfest or meaningless sex binge. and DEFINTELY don't do that, then get disgusted with yourself then not have sex for a year and a half...
aaaanyway.
log off. go to sleep. ring all the real people you know and arrange stuff to do that doesn't involve casting around bars at 1am on a monday for someone to take home. because if you do, not only will you find that you feel just the same afterwards except sadder, fatter, sicker, poorer and bitter... but there's a good chance the random you take home will end up having been in the "unicorn" ex's class at school.
it happens.
shame
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