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June 04 - some ranting It's not a competition. There is no panel of judges rating us on "technical ability" and "artistic merit". If this is what you are looking for, try getting into ice skating. On a separate topic, I recently accidentally
listened to a song by Busted
(a popular boy-band here in the UK) and had to spend several hours scrubbing
out my ears with a wire-brush. My ears are big, so this took a while,
and I think there's still some in there - a few notes leak out every now
and then and scuttle away across the floor into a dark corner, very much
like the little face-sucking creature from the movie "Aliens". Here is my review of the song: It's amazing the way that the record's producers have managed to capture in musical form the very essence of what is, to most people, intangible and purely cerebral - money. The pure sound of numbers. Cold, soulless and crystalline in it's terrifying beauty. Maybe if they actually had talent, integrity and any artistic sense it would diminish this amazing purity, and as such I'm glad they don't. They wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. Now that I've got all that off my chest, here's some pics from some recent gigs:
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June 04 - while my guitar gently weeps I think that when I beat and scratch my guitar, I'm effectively saying to it "I don't care about your re-sale value. We're going to be together forever". Guitars need commitment too. A big fella with a beard gave me a picture he'd drawn at the end of the gig. I'm not sure how my music could have inspired this....
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May 04 - The Music Cafe, Leicester "He sounds like he's building a shed" "He sounds like a skeleton having a w#nk in a biscuit tin" Please email me with any suggestions you might have for other ways of disheartening drummers. Bass players are usually immune to these things - they just act all aloof and leave you thinking that they know something you don't. Singers, when insulted, are liable to cry or punch you. So I find "shedbuilders" to be the best targets. I digress. Here's some pictures from the lovely Music Cafe:
P.S. I went to see a Pakistani vocalist last week called Ustad Hussain Baksh. Turns out he's incredible. Highly recommended. 10th
May 04 - Soave - vino, formaggio, gitarra
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Fascinatingly, the Italian word for guitar is "gitarra", but it's pronounced "cheetara", which is also the name of the sexy one from Thundercats
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April 04 - The computerised self-tuning
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April 04 - Cardiff, London, Sheffield, Leeds, What is a Big Mac? Speaking of nourishing, I was thinking last night about McDonalds. I asked myself the question: What is a Big Mac? As human animals, when we examine an object to determine whether or not it is "food", we have 2 main criteria: 1) it tastes nice, and/or 2) it provides nutrition. Since a Big Mac fulfills neither of these criteria, can it in fact be described as food? I was thinking what else they could call it, and came up with "facial insertions". They could advertise it as follows: Tired of having an empty face? Can't find any tissue paper to stuff in your mouth? Why
not try a Big Mac? Just a thought. 25th
March 04 - Performing Chimp
"Etude in A minor" by Fernando Carulli (1770-1841) A 12-bar blues riff, which was the coolest thing ever when I was little, and still is. "Hey Joe" by Jimi Hendrix "Eugene's Trick Bag" by Steve Vai, which is from the end of the film Crossroads starring Ralph Macchio from "Karate Kid", and is legendary for it's difficulty and face-melting speed. "Eleanor Rigby" as performed by Stanley Jordan - an insanely good jazz guitarist, who plays with both hands on the neck, tapping out chords and basslines with one hand and melodies and solos with the other, like a pianist. Check him out here However, these days when someone says "play something" I just point out that I am not a performing chimp. The irony being that, of course, I am. Anyway, the reason for this whole diary entry is just a pathetic excuse for putting this on the website: 22nd
March 04 - Deep-fried Thanks to everyone who came to the showcase gig at The City Varieties in Leeds. It was fascinating, and even a bit nerve-wracking, to play on the stage that had been graced by so many legends over the last hundred-or-so years. Whenever anbody went off from the backstage area to take a leak, John Keenan (the promoter) said, "You know who else has used that toilet..?" and then went on to list a gallery of weak-bladdered stars. The sound system is so "clean" that from the stage you cannot hear anything that's blasting through those massive speakers into the ears of the audience. And the lighting is such that you are literally staring into space - it is total blackness. It's like some weird sensory-deprivation chamber. It was great that so many people came up to me afterwards to say "I heard you on the radio yesterday, and had to come down to see you play!" So most of the recent gigs have gone
smoothly. But here's one that didn't (for your amusement or sympathy,
depending what kind of person you are). Liverpool, last Thursday: we were driving down the scenic M62, when my "navigator" suddenly announced "oops, we missed our turning 2 junctions ago", so I got off the motorway, turned around and came back down the other side for a few miles. When we reached the appropriate junction the sign said "warrington", which seemed odd. I expressed my feelings on this, which prompted the "navigator" to whisper, barely audibly, "hmm, yes, on second thoughts it was back at the other exit after all". So we got to see the same bit of motorway 3 times. (N.B. Jonathan the navigator is a lovely man and it could have happened to anyone. So if anyone's seen him hitch-hiking on the M62, please give him a lift. To see where his talents really lie, download the video from the "Music/Video" page). We then got totally lost in Liverpool, and eventually found the venue (the Barfly). When Natasha (my manager) said to Clare, the lady managing the venue, "this seems like a great venue", Clare burst into laughter. This does not bode well. We nipped out to get a bite to eat, which turned out to be a deep-fried veggie-burger (I'm sure the bloke would've deep-fried the bun, the lettuce and the can of Fanta if he could've fit it in the vat of oil. George Bush would invade us if he knew we had that much oil.) Back to the venue. The sound system was great, the engineer was great. I spoke to the other band, who were from Liverpool, who were on after me. "Do you have some fans coming to see you" I asked. "Yes, we told them it starts at 10pm" they said. "I'm on at 9" I said. "We don't care" they didn't say. So I started my set playing to Natasha and Jonathan and nobody else - not even the other band or Clare-the-laughing-woman were in sight. After a few songs, a trickle of people started to wander in, having evidently arrived early by mistake. By the end there were about 12 people there, but at least they were going crazy at the end of each song, so it wasn't so bad after all. The sound man said "you really impressed those kids tonight". I said thanks. He said "no - listen - they're never impressed." 13th
Feb 04 - gig @ CJ's Music Bar - Jon Gomm + The Smokestacks
+ Beretta
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Jan 04 - gig @ The Cockpit, Leeds - Jon Gomm + Gallo
+ Hayley Avron I started my set with Hey Child, which is a good tune to get me and the rest of the room in the right frame of mind. Gets me wound up, in other words (steaming from the ears, etc.) Took me a while to get comfortable and I had an annoying sound problem early on (which was entirely my fault, not that of Chris Catylyst: gig organiser and sound engineer). The audience were enthusiastic
- I'm sure I could see drooling at some points, and I was a bit scared.
Thanks to everyone who came to the show - see if you can spot yourself
below! And mucho thanks to everyone who bought my CD on the night.
Looking forward to the Italy trip - the Festival's
in Soave, which is a major red wine producing region. Which is, of course,
totally irrelevant, cos drinking is BAD as we all know. (The trick is,
drink so much that you can't remember doing it. I'm tee-total as far
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