@hermitage59 said:

p.s. I can be articulate, I can be intelliigent, and i can still use my brain for something else besides taking the bait.
[H]

Yeah - I can be positive, I can be negative, and I can speak my mind....

AND NOW I WAN'T MY MOMMA! WHAAAAAAA! WHAAAA! MOMMA!!! WHAAAAA!

Next time you open you mouth, don't go shouting for the moderators because you decided to make a fool of yourself. You spoke your - and then you got an answer.

I spoke my -?

BTW I really enjoyed what you had to say in the Mozart and Glass thread.

"if you can't say something nice..." - rawmusic

Is this a quote from Thumper in Bambi? I want to know. Because my basic response to this is:

THEN TELL THE F**KING IDIOTS TO GO TO HELL AND GIVE THEM AN ARMED RESPONSE IF THEY TALK BACK.

That is what you were going for isn't it?

Oh dear God, it's contagious...everybody quick make sure you have had your shots!

THanks for pointing out where my sig comes from. I haven't watched Bambi since I was a toddler.

INTERMISSION

So, Ladies and Gentlemen - can we now PLEASE get back to a friendly, on-topic discussion?

Thanks a lot in advance.

now im in a problem.

where can i get these mallets?
nobody seems to have heard of it and i want to get my piece performed.
i want to start rehersals and i can get those mallets! (the superball...)

where can i but them?
and do they have a different name?

@MichaelSel said:

now im in a problem.

where can i get these mallets?
nobody seems to have heard of it and i want to get my piece performed.
i want to start rehersals and i can get those mallets! (the superball...)

where can i but them?
and do they have a different name?

Most superball mallets I have come across have been made by percussionists. The materials needed are a soft superball, a drill, a thin stick of rattan or like material for the shaft, and some glue.

oh!!!! thus the name "superball"!!!
Thank you!
now...
where can i get a superball?

A toy store. They are just really hard rubber balls.

Wow, seeing this thread reminded me of the good old days. The Glory Days, when the crusty old Paul Robbins was adding a welcome element of irony, cold-heartedness and British Mania - the best kind. Dispatching uppity pipsqueaks with shocking ease and elegance. Yes, I remember it well. Oh well, all good things must come to an end I suppose. [:'(]

Like Nick B., I'm often blessed with the opportunity to speak with people who know lots more than I do about many music technology topics... I don't mind appearing ignorant, or even foolish...

what's the big deal?!

GE