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Re: Monke CSO York Copy
Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:32 pm
by UDELBR
tuben wrote:One the tubaworld webpage dedicated to the new B&S 606-P, they mention a copy of the CSO York made by "former "Josef Monke" company". Any one have more information about this instrument?
I've seen and played these instruments. There are (as far as I know) two of 'em, built on commission from Monke. Both turned out with rather odd intonation characteristics (not surprising, since Monke had virtually NO experience at tuba building). Anyway, here's a pic of one of 'em:
(Yep, yet another innapropriate post by ol' Uncle Beer...Don't like it? Start a poll.)
Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 10:42 pm
by windshieldbug
Doc wrote:
Hey, hey! We're the Monkes,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy copying
To put any CC down...
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 7:00 am
by UDELBR
I always thought the placement of the valveset looked like a recipe for carpal tunnel.
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 10:51 am
by windshieldbug
cc_tuba_guy wrote:UncleBeer wrote:I always thought...
It's his opinion. We're all entitield to opinions, aren't we?
Yes. But some of us are more "entitled" than others...
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:11 am
by iiipopes
It would be an avatar of a farm animal who makes a comment straight out of "Animal Farm"
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:33 am
by windshieldbug
iiipopes wrote:It would be an avatar of a farm animal who makes a comment straight out of "Animal Farm"
"Windshieldbug is always right"
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 1:33 pm
by windshieldbug
"You suffer for your soup."
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 1:42 pm
by Mark
windshieldbug wrote:"You suffer for your soup."
Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat, ruddy cheeks Augustus had;
And everybody saw with joy
The plump and hearty, healthy boy.
He ate and drank as he was told,
And never let his soup get cold.
But one day, one cold winter's day,
He screamed out--"Take the soup away!
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today!"
Next day begins his tale of woes;
Quite lank and lean Augustus grows.
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still--
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today."
The third day comes; O what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the soup is put on table,
He screams as loud as he is able--
"Not any soup for me, I say:
O take the nasty soup away!
I won't have any soup today."
Look at him, now the fourth day's come!
He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;
He's like a little bit of thread,
And on the fifth day, he was---dead!
Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 7:30 pm
by Chuck(G)
