Say "Yay" for another complete fucking mess!
We're down at the blues club again, this time with Steve on vocals and bass, Dave S. on drums and Dave Thomas and myself sharing guitar duties.
I take the first solo, Dave takes the second and then we totally fuck up the third one together.
Dave's on the left channel, I'm on the right; he's playing a Strat through a Twin Reverb, I'm playing my PRS through my Mesa Heartbreaker.
My baby … SighGrab a beer, pull up a chair and try not to cringe at the sheer amateurishness of it all. The song - before we beat the living crap out of it - was supposed to be "I Done Got Wise".
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Very cool! I always chuckle when I hear Englishmen sing American blues and then say something in their true speaking voice at the end.
Say Fuckin' YAY! No offence to your friend but your sound and style is WOW as always. It makes my gloomy, rainy, dark and dank Thursday bearable.
Robin is right, who was that speaking at the end.. now I want to know what your voice sounds like! (tee hee)
Robyn, that tickles me, too.
Yay indeed, Prudence! Thanks for the compliment; I'm always a sucker for those. Hee hee.
My voice sounds dreadful. It's me singing backing vocals on last week's song if you really need to hear it.
Ok, back from a r-elisten-you have a good voice from the muffled harmony I could hear. You just wanted me to say so, I know how you are!
I have a crap voice, Prudence, but thank you anyway. Hee hee. That's why I put it way back in the mix and drenched it in reverb.
Well now thanks to you I am drenched in the early loungey sounds of Mr. Waits... I know horrible thing.
A truly wonderful thing, Prudence!
Oh very impressive indeed. Sometimes when you have big solos, I like to picture you running all over the stage making big faces and poses like Michael J. Fox does on Back to the Future when he goes wild on the guitar at the prom. You may be totally lost on that reference but it gives me a little chuckle.
And I listened back to last week as well and of course you sounded good-as I suspected. You are so profesh.
We recorded our little wedding song when singing it at my parents house but as usual I messed up the words and Jamey did some weird guitar chord thing. Oh and the phone rang. We'll try to redo it but it might be too embarrassing for me to share. I can't decide how hideous I'm willing to look (and sound) on the internet. heeheehee :D
Shan, there were times in the seventies when I did that … with long hair and pointy boots and all that crap. In the days before it became hilariously embarrassing.
Your song sounds perfect!
Messed up vocals, weird guitar chords and ringing phones are the difference between some boring, dry studio recording and something joyous and alive and FUN!
Don't be shy about posting it.
Half a dozen hammer-on's with cheese over here please?
Remember the night you did your end of song leap through the overhead lighting?
I also seem to remember you doing a duck walk through the audience while playing a solo and you floored some guy with the machine heads on Old Les.
Happy days.
Yup. Thanks for those, Phil.
I DO remember leaping up and smashing the lights with my head.
I do remember lots of twatting about.
I do remember laying out that guy with Old Les.
I was out in the middle of the floor and we were playing Paranoid. I was headbanging along with a crowd of biker-types and one of them lost his way and headbanged out of sequence, resulting in a Les Paul / forehead interface situation.
I remember he went down like a sack of spuds and I thought "Shit! I've killed someone!" but carried on playing (natch).
Then he staggered up and gave me the peace sign and yelled "Cool, man!"
What the hell made us take up the guitar in the first place, eh?
I know … girls … sigh.
Sorry Dive - it is the Sounds of freakin' Silence here today - internet connections are crappier than usual - had trouble even downloading the comments page. Maybe you could ring me and sing it to me over the phone!!!!!
Pimp out yer blues guys because you rock! I'm a blues fan from "way" back. Yo right channel dude...Hendrix would be worried if he were alive. I rocked out. You can't fuck up the blues unless you get tight. You guys were loose! Loved it!
My foot was tapping and my dog's tail was a-waggin'.
It doesn't get better than that.
Great tune to go with my post-work Moscow Mule and salted peanuts! Even better is imagining the scene of you knocking out a biker dude with Old Les. Classic.
I like the baby photo. Do you carry one in your wallet?
Believe me, Jules; you would not want that! I can't sing to save my life.
Next time you're on a trip to somewhere with a decent connection, pop back and suffer any songs you've missed.
Hendrix is dead? Shit, Neetzy, I've been waiting for some new material from him for ages.
The only loose things about me at my age are my morals and occasionally my bowels.
Maria: It doesn't get better than rhythmically kicking the dog?
Poor Socks! Bad mommy!
Moscow Mule and salted peanuts, eh, Katie. I do love a balanced, healthy diet. Hee hee. With me, it's neat scotch and unsalted pistachios.
Yes, Phil's reminder of those days might prompt some further posts.
As for the baby. I must confess I have photos of my guitars at work where everybody else has photos of their families.
It's me! You missed me didn't you? I missed you and I still can't hear the song.
I'm sitting at M.B's computer in the wee small hours. He has the sound turned off and I don't want to awaken the household so I'll have to wait until tomorrow when my computer is "on air" (silly modems and ethernets) again to listen. Somehow I missed Thursday and Friday and now it's Saturday morning.
At least the laundry and housework got done!
Much love as always, especially on Thursdays ...
Mme B xxx
Of course I missed you, Mme. I've been checking your blog all day. The fact that MB has posted reassured me that you are okay.
Stupid internet. I used to hate having my crappy old connection.
Love to you both.
xx
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