I'm running out of crappy photos of me playing guitar, so here's one of my school bands from the mid seventies, laying around in a graveyard.
This mob were a very short-lived prog/punk cum experimental art/noise trio called The Wendy Bankers Experience but it's the only photo I have of any of my school bands so that's what you're stuck with.Hey ho.
Today's racket is another song from a stand-in gig I did as guest guitar player with the Dave Thomas Band many years ago. We play Robert Cray's "Phonebooth" rather badly.
Dave plays the first solo (it's his band, I was just guesting) but there are a couple of Dive solos in there somewhere. I'm sure you know my playing well enough by now to recognise my rackety style.
Dave is playing his Strat and I'm playing my PRS.
19 comments:
Jesus Dive,
If your solos were mainly on the right channel you are totally brilliant and should have a fucking record contract. I would buy you!
Wow...another toe tapper. Do you ever regret not living off the music more?
Bing says that she would give anything to be able to quit her job and just play gigs all day, every day. Unfortunately, we would be broke a lot...since it seems like it's either feast or famine with her gigs. Either she plays so much that we never see her or she goes months without a gig and gets really crabby.
Hee hee. I'm up for sale, Neetzy. I'm also up in the middle of the night. I hate it when I can't sleep.
Yes, that's me on the right hand channel; the noisy bastard. And I spent decades avoiding recording contracts. I much preferred playing sessions for other people. The last thing I would ever want is to be famous. That's for suckers and the insane.
Maria: I am so, SO glad I don't ever have to play another gig.
I love playing but these days I just like to sit around the studio and play casually with my friends. Playing way too many gigs over way too many decades ruined it for me.
I'm listening to this rockin' tune for the second time, and I've had two glasses of a nice Australian white called "Screwed" and I've stuffed myself with gorgonzola crackers and the old hippy who lives below me is smoking pot so that's drifting in my window and it's actually warm for a change instead of cold and foggy and all the the ridiculousness of the work day has faded away and I'm feeling just fine! Thanks so much for providing the perfect soundtrack for a delightful Wednesday evening chez moi.
Now THAT sounds like a perfect evening, Katie.
Why were you up all night?
What have you done to the churchyard? looks drunk!!!!
Lovely guitar as usual.........
I woke up at half-two with that awful "wide-awakeness" that means you're never going to get back to sleep.
Hoorah for the Olympics. I sat in bed watching those and bored myself back to sleep around half-three.
The churchyard got hit with a Photoshop filter.
The guitar is indeed lovely; I can see it from here.
"Rackety style" seems such a harsh term. Just imagine what you could have done with all that recording contract money, Dive...all the books you could buy and all the houses in the States. Europeans are buying up all our big foreclosed stuff.
Oh well. This is still a great number.
Hey, I LIKE rackety!
I know, I know … I could sell my crappy house and buy a mansion over there. But I couldn't live there without a regime change.
Heehee. You are too kind as always, Prudence.
Hey, how's the son/car situation?
As I write I am burning you a couple of CDs of the rackets. If you want to email me a postal address I'll stick 'em in the mail. The Benauts will get theirs when they arrive in London and we meet up on Monday.
The son is fine although I am a bit worried, as he isn't talking at all about the accident. Not even a WTF kind of statement. I am waiting to hear what the insurance company will total the car out at, dollar wise and then I will have to see what is possible. Being a single parent you can imagine there is not one spare dime to add so I am not sure what will happen with getting a new/used set of wheels. Really puts a big kink in my life as well as the $1,750.00 increase in my insurance because now they know he has his license and made me put him on it. I do have my dad’s car for now that has already been through my dad and my nephew (eww teenagers are so gross-that car is nasty) and was supposed to be Ethan’s as of this week. Many things still to sort out but hey.. it could have been………… yikes still makes my stomach flip over to even let those thoughts slip past my brain.
I will send you my addy in a few! XXOO cuz I could really use some Dive infused vibes. Hey then you can google earth me and see exactly where I live.
I'm so glad he's okay, Prudence. I'm not surprised he doesn't want to talk about it yet. He's either too shocked or too embarrassed or a little of both.
Insurance companies suck such huge arse. That's one bloody expensive premium!
Eww! A car that has been used by teenagers! You and me both have been teenagers so we KNOW what that means. ICKY!
But at least it is a set of wheels.
And don't let "those thoughts" anywhere near you.
He is fine.
And he certainly won't be doing that kind of thing again, so you can stop letting it torment you.
I tried to track you down on Google when we first started blogging. I think I got pretty close but I'll know for sure when I can type your address into it.
XOX
OMGoodness that was awesome!! That may have been my favorite guitar solo yet Dive. Oh and the mysterious graveyard shot is a real kicker too. Looks like a movie set. :D I give you a capital D smile today!
Why thank you, Shan. That's made me smile, too.
The mysterious graveyard is St.Michael's Church in Beccles, Suffolk where we used to hang around after school.
Stupid kids.
Ahhh graveyards were the place to be... i remember many happy games of hide and seek in the dark as an early teen with my older brother and his mates. At least...they played happy games of it. they got me to count then ran off and left me... :(
Hee hee, Lynn! Boys will be boys. I'll bet a couple of years later their attitude changed as they got acne and realised what they'd been missing all those years.
drats...can't listen at work.
Did you band play Freebird too?
That's all my high school band played. They sucked!
Hee hee hee.
That's a definite no, Shazza. We played Yes, Focus and Mahavishnu Orchestra covers and then veered into punk in 1976 and imploded in a "virtuoso musicians are NOT punk" debacle.
Hee hee. Thank you, Neetzy.
Jessica (note for note) is one of the songs we used to warm up with at rehearsals because we love the playing so much. It is one of those very rare pieces of guitar (and piano) playing that deserve to be learned by heart.
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