Shit!
What the hell am I going to write about now?
I've spent seven solid days writing up "The Adventures of Katie and Dive" and now it's all over I feel somewhat adrift.
Thank goodness it's Thursday so I can simply cop out and just post some trashy music.
Here's yet another one from the "miscellaneous odds and sods" recordings from the Blues Club; a jolly little ditty about hunting down the devil and kicking him up the arse.
For any newbies who can't be bothered to follow links and find 'em, I'll include a bonus track from one of the earlier posts (which were a lot better as I was still interested in my new project back then).
Here's the original post in case anyone's interested. It's got pretty pictures of guitars on it.
25 comments:
Enjoyed Long Black Rider! I was shaking my bootie to it :D
Hee hee, Joy.
I'll be expecting a demonstration of that move when we meet for lunch later.
Hi.. off to listen.....
You certainly must be "off" to listen to this appalling racket!
Tee hee, to me it is not a racket it is good memories remember.....
Have a good lunch with Joy....
Lunch with Joy is always good, especially so today as we are trying out the new Japanese restaurant.
Woohoo!
Thanks, Dive's Mum :D We certainly will enjoy it. Hope you can join us one time!
Dive, you walking from the station? Leaving house in a minute to catch the bus to the city! See ya!
I'm still officially "working", Joy.
I'll see you at Sakura at 12:30-ish.
I know it doesn't take a musical Einstein to pick it, but the riff running through most of 'Long Black Rider' is more than a little similar to that of The Who's 'My Generation'. Is there any more to this similarity than meets the ear, Dive?
I have no idea, Lucio.
A lot of the sixties rock groups stole things wholesale from, the old blues records.
As for these recordings:
Our Blues Club consisted of a pool of around forty musicians, plus the odd guest star and the whole point of the thing was that different line-ups were chosen each week and those people had to make the whole thing up as we went along (unlike a usual jam session, nobody was allowed to "come up and sit in"; the line-ups were fixed by Steve, usually with a perverse eye for putting people together from completely different musical backgrounds to see what happened).
No rehearsals; no structure; just whatever lyrics people could remember (or invent on the spot) and played in random keys.
We would play the same song any number of different ways.
This one it seems was started by me just cranking out an old blues riff and the rest of the band joining in, with Steve belting out whichever classic lyrics came into his head.
There was certainly never any conscious thought going on as to how or what to play.
The only rules were : Check you egos at the door; no rehearsal; and at least one song each evening should be totally invented from scratch, lyrics and all.
We had a lot of fun and raised a lot of money for charity. This series of trashy messes is the result of some idiot taping a few of the nights.
Thanks for helping me get up to speed, Dive. I'm very, very impressed by your artistic versatility! (I also take my hat off to that "idiot" you mention.)
Cheers, Lucio.
I do miss those old days; just dicking around with a bunch of musician friends.
Hey ho.
I just remembered, my very first "Racket" post has a link to Katie in Paris; it's me belting out Parisienne Walkway on stage a few years back.
Sheesh!
I still can't listen to your Thursday Rackets, so I'll add this one to the list to hear when I get home on Monday. Can't wait! (Well, just to listen to your funky tunes, not be back home.) Saw one of three big Picasso exhibits this morning. Great show, but it would have been so much better if you'd been here with me. Art exhibits without your insight and wit are definitely lesser experiences. Sigh.
My reason for coming to work on Thursdays. Mmmmmm.
Wow! I wish I'd been there, Katie.
Galleries are just not the same without you. I like to share those things with someone who knows what they're talking about, which was one of the reasons you being in London was so great.
Hey ho … Roll on Paris next year.
Prudence, I never go to in to the office on a Thursday! You have my sympathy.
Sorry, didn't have time to shake my bootie at lunch time :D
Woohoo - Thursdays are back which is a bonus since my music playlist has gone awol.
Hee hee, Joy.
I think it might have amused Hiroko!
Mme: what a bummer about your playlist. I was just getting into all the new songs, too.
Hey ho.
They're both great and made my Thursday, but I prefer Sessie Mae. Don't know why.
"hunting down the devil and kicking him up the arse." What a great expression.
Long Black Rider is my favorite.
Thank you Robyn and Cali.
That's one vote for each song. I like a balanced view.
Toes are still tapping...
And hey, Dive...I was on the phone today with a physician from someplace that sounded like...Lestershur? He and I spoke about a chart he had commented on regarding a former patient who now lives here on the prairie (and what a strange move that must have been for the guy....) and right before we signed off, he stopped and said (very politely...as all you English gentlemen are), "Could I just ask you one favor, young lady?" I said of course. He then went on..."Please vote for Obama."
I assured him that I would. But, it isn't the first time I have spoken to someone from England who begged me to vote for Obama. Didn't know that American politics were even popular over in your neck of the woods. Are they, do you think?
I still think you're in love,dive.
Dive--I was in Boston yesterday and today and passed 3 or 4 big mosaic murals on the Masonic Building. Wouldn't you know, I had forgotten to bring my camera. Since Katie used to work in Boston, perhaps she's seen these.
Maria: that would be Leicestershire (pronounced Lestersheer), home of Leicester (Lester) Tigers, my favourite rugby team.
As far as we can tell, the US doesn't have "politics"; merely a common brawl and bitch-slapping fight.
Rich: Nope; I'm in Norfolk.
Lupine Lady: D'oh! Perhaps Rich (our resident Bostonian) will photograph these for us.
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