keefsdad said:Does anyone else attempt to do this? If so, how do you get you and your gear around?
Wow, that is intense. If I lived in a city with a decent transport system, I'd do that too. Until then, cab fare it is.traynor_garnet said:I used to live in Etobicoke and my roommate gigged all the time without a car. He used the TTC for every gig.
He bought a dolly and bungee cords at a hardware store. He would load his cab and head onto the dolly and wrap several bungee cords around it to keep it secure. His bass went in a gig bag over his should and away he went.
Just get a dolly with good inflatable tires and you are set. It's not ideal, but it's not that bad either and doesn't really require much lifting.
TG
Just make sure you've got it bungeed in tight!keefsdad said:I imagine getting on and off buses, stairs down the subway, etc. would be challenging.
mandocaster said:I gigged in T.O. in the 90's with a mountain bike. I bolted a milk crate onto a standard-issue bike rack and stood my Jazz Bass upright in its gig bag, and stuffed a jacket in there to firm it up.
One night I got spooked off of Bloor Street in front of the Brunswick House, and the bass bounced out of the box, landed face down on the street, and skidded 30 feet...only bent the G tuner shaft. The other strings weren't even out of tune. I bullied the driver who cut me off....the bass eventually got stolen in Vancouver.
I also had a device to lock a road case for my mandolin on the same box, held down with a bungee. Honestly, I don't know how I survived, seeing how I was half-sotted after a few ales by the end of the evening, and tended to ride without lights.![]()
Cuh-razy!
keefsdad said:I imagine getting on and off buses, stairs down the subway, etc. would be challenging.
Eeek is right!david henman said:...when i moved here in '86 i spent the first couple of years getting to gigs via ttc. i often experienced nightmares where i'd be sitting on a subway car, engrossed in a stephen king novel, my beloved strat on the floor beside me. the car would pull into the station and i would suddenly realize this was my stop. racing for the doors, i barely make it, only to see my beloved strat still sitting next to my seat, as the train pulls away from the station....
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Good story, thanks! That's dedication, hauling that much gear for practice! I wasn't that stupid when I was young, but then I didn't get many chicks either. You deserved all the chicks you undoubtedly got.Hamm Guitars said:I was young and stupid and remember rationalizing at some point that it was a good way to meet chicks.
Heck, if you have one now, you can be popular with the same chicks, only they all live in Spryfield now. :tongue:Hamm Guitars said:... allthough if I had a Z-28 I could have done doughnuts around the rotary and been popular with the chicks...