According to the Hesher Code, the words “CLIFF BURTON” scrawled in a sharpie/masking-tape entablature on the front of your Ibanez 6-string bass entitle you to the same forty-something groupie you would attract otherwise at your Tuesday night gig at the Central Saloon. However, in an act of reverence the following morning, she will offer to pay you gas money when she asks for a ride to pick up her granddaughter from Juvi.
I might actually watch it this year.
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Fired by Duke Ellington because his temper scared the shit out of everyone, Charles Mingus decided to devote his energy to scaring the shit out of his bass and sound good doing it.
While Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend and Keith Moon chewed the scenery, John Entwhistle was stage left, politely devastating you with his groin-warming basslines.
Not satisfied with a story of mere international murderous intrigue, the Seattle Times tears out the fluff in this A27 story to reveal something that will shake you to your very core. I know where my holiday donation is going this year.
