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21st June 04 - some ranting
My style of guitar playing is very technically demanding, although I consider myself a very sloppy player and I make millions of mistakes. There's a very common debate in music (especially amongst guitarists) about whether "technique" or "feel" is more important. Is a player who knows one scale but plays from the heart better than a technical master who can play incredibly difficult things but has no soul? I have found the answer to this, so the debate can finally end.

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".
... scuttle ..... scuttle .. .. scuttle ..... scuttle ...

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:

nnnng....  must....  remember....  words.....
The Grove Inn, Leeds, June 5th

The bloke in the red shirt must've been thirsty

The below pictures are from The Kite Club in Blackpool, my hometown. I used to go to the Kite Club every week when I was a kid to watch blues musicians from all over the world. It was run by Mick Scofield, who was a true music-lover and without his massive enthusiasm I would have missed out on these hugely influential gigs, and I'm sure I would not be a musician today. I was just awestruck, moved, excited and inspired by such guitar legends as Norman Beaker, Walter Trout and Bob Brozman. Mick couldn't afford to put them up in hotels, so often they stayed at my dad's house, so I got to see them play close up and pester them for tips.
The kite flies on
The Kite Club, Blackpool, June 11th
Sea air does strange things to people

4th June 04 - while my guitar gently weeps
Played at the Green Room in St Helens last night. It's a very small venue, but it was totally packed and the audience was great. Thanks to Ollie, Daz and the others from Twobar Productions who organised it. I put a crack in my guitar during the gig - I felt the wood split as I hit it. It's a very unpleasant sensation, a bit like breaking a bone in a way that makes your arm/finger/whatever look hideously mishapen, but with no actual pain. It will be OK, it'll just need a bit more glue. And maybe a bit more sticky-tape.

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....

He likes me. Holy crap.

 

 

 

To read a review of the St. Helens
gig, click here

1st June 04
Just got a few more photos from the Italian Festival sent through to me, so I thought I'd add them here. Thanks to Bill Neenan for these monochrome beauties....


The soundcheck. Notice Tommy E loitering at the back trying
to pick up some tips. Or perhaps not.

Todd Hallawell shares a joke with me and his wife Kay (despite our pleas for mercy).
Marcinho Eiras and the twins. Yikes!

31st May 04 - The Music Cafe, Leicester
Car exploded. Arranged a lift at last minute, so big thanks to Scott, your friendly local Taylor Guitars sales rep. The Music Cafe is a very cool venue, and I'll be going back. Thanks to the promoters Thom and Chris. Beer was free. I was slightly tipsy (if by tipsy you mean wasted) and the night went on for a long time. I discovered it is even harder to stay awake on the motorway if you're NOT driving. My eyes hurt. I have a man building a shed in my brain. A very enthusiastic man with power-tools. P.S. If you ever see a band and you think the drummer is rubbish, here's some good expressions to utilize:

"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:

I'm the one on the stage. Check out the alien with the glowing eyes at the bottom right!

Years of training just to strum A minor really fast.  What a waste.

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
What a way to spend the weekend. Getting to hang out with some of the best guitarists on the planet, eating fantastic food (partiularly the cheese and Soave's famous wine, which I've since found a source of in England and haven't stopped consuming since), playing beatiful vintage guitars, staying in the breathtaking and ancient walled-town in the hills. Oh, and playing a bit too. Here's some of the other people who played (just click on their name to go to their website if you want to find out about them): Nashville's acoustic maestro Muriel Anderson, Marcinho Eiras from Brazil who plays 2 guitars at the same time!, Winfield Fingerpicking Champion Todd Hallawell, Notting-Hillbilly and Friend of Gomm Brendan Croker, Be-bop Deluxe axeman Bill Nelson, Aussie-bluesman Gwyn Ashton and his kick-ass rhythm section Paul and Paul, and of course the unstoppable guitar-force that is Tommy Emmanuel, who I can confirm NEVER EVER stops playing his guitar. Our generous hosts were PierPaolo Adda and his lovely wife Antonella, and they were ably assisted by the mysterious Frenchman Jacque Prevel. Pierpaolo and Jacque are divided by language but united by a disturbingly strong love of The Shadows. Many an evening was spent singing Apache, FBI and other Shadows hits, which I can assure you sound better on Hank's strat than they do being sung by us. Hello and thanks to all my new Italian fans (both of you).

It was also a pleasure to meet Davida and Anita Facchini and Casey Morris from Guitars For Life, which is a charity set up to help disadvantaged children all over the world by putting on live music events. Look out for Guitars For Life in the UK sometime soon!


Being introduced by our gracious host PierPaolo Adda

Thanks to Marco Szalay for sending these pictures to me

Tuning up for the "masterclass" in the church

What a handsome congregation

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did you know that if you hover your mouse pointer over some of the pictures on this page, a stupid caption appears! Great.

 

 

12th April 04 - The computerised self-tuning robo-geetar
Please will somebody buy me one of these. It's only $14,500. I await your many offers. I wonder if it can speak. "Why are you beating me?" it will sob.

11th April 04 - Cardiff, London, Sheffield, Leeds, What is a Big Mac?
A string of great gigs. Thanks to the lovely Will Miller, Riff, Paul Zervas and the barely-sane Pete for their wonderful hospitality at the Toucan Club in Cardiff. And to Mark the soundman for building an astonishingly good-sounding rig. And thanks to Mark Roberts in Sheffield. And thanks to Keith from CJ's in Leeds for putting on a superb night, even though I didn't get on stage til nearly midnight. Most of all thanks to the audiences at all these gigs for making them truly soul-nourishing experiences for me. If the crowd aren't enjoying it, and making it obvious to me that they are, then to be honest I might as well be playing in my living room in front of the TV.

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™?

(Caution: not to be swallowed or licked. Sugary soft drinks are available should accidental licking occur.)

Just a thought.

25th March 04 - Performing Chimp
Performing Chimp Records is the label we set up to release my album on. So far there are 2 other bands officially signed to the label: kick-ass jazz-punk-rock-funksters Gallo, and the equally funktastical Love Panda, from Manchester (go to the links page to check out their website).

beware the chmip Why "Performing Chimp"? Since I was a teeny child, my least favourite thing has been when people find out that I play guitar and corner me menacingly with the words "go on then - play something". Things I have played routinely in this situation over the years include - in chronological order from drooling-toddler to late-teens (still drooling):

•"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:

right-click and "save target as" to download the video

Download a video of a chimp
doing karate!!!


Right-click the picture and select "save target as"
(I tried to decide if this was cruel to the chimp, but I'm confident that it isn't - he certainly seems to be having a ball)

22nd March 04 - Deep-fried
Since my last diary entry I have played in London, Liverpool, Leeds, Huddersfield and Nottingham. I'd like to thank my guitar pupils for being so tolerant of me having to cancel their lessons! Most of these gigs have gone well, and I've done my crazy-thing in front of new audiences, which is the whole point (of my life). And sold some more CD's (a lot more!)

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
In the darkest depths of Kirkstall lurks an emporium of liqour and karaoke, but venture ye down the steps into the cellar beneath, and ye shall find a place of light and sound. (Oh yes, and the drummer from The Smokestacks went to my school in Blackpool, which is a coincidence too far, in my book. THEY must have sent him to watch me. But they'll never know the truth. HA HA HA HA.) P.S. Regular visitors to this page will notice that it has started to fill up with photos of me, which is OK, but I worry that you people can only take so much beauty before you start to feel inferior and have plastic surgery. Therefore this is soon to be rectified, and hopefully future photos will be of YOU the audience at my gigs. So next time you're at one of my gigs BEWARE - you may be under surveillance.

"grrrrrr!!!!"

"fa la la"
thanks to Johnny Light for these pics. Go to his site www.freedomcostsmoney.com


7th Feb 04 - gig @ The Grove

Best gig I've done so far this year. The place was totally packed - there were people there waiting when I arrived at the venue to set up! As it was only me playing, I did 2 full sets, the second being of unimaginable length. But they keep cheering, I keep playing - it's a pretty simple equation. God knows how many songs I played. I was pretty happy with my performance, which is good, cos the gig was being filmed by 2 different people, one of whom is a pro, so WATCH THIS SPACE FOR VIDEO FOOTAGE!!!!!! Sold pantloads of CDs. Thanks if you were in the audience - you were truly the tops. I apologise for any ill-thought-out rants I may have subjected you to, but sometimes I develop an inflated sense of the importance of my own opinion, and feel it's my duty to share my wisdom. It's amazing the effect that a spotlight can have on on my fragile brain. Here's some pics from the show:


one of my fingers is missing!
these photos are ©Jonathan Bullock 2004 www.inframedia.co.uk
"I wonder what this will sound like..."



31st Jan 04 - gig @ The Royal Park Cellars - Foley + Jon Gomm + Nikoli

Great venue with a nice "underground" feel. I only played 5 songs, cos of the amount of time needed for soundchecks, etc. (Foley have the most gear I've ever seen, and Nikoli have four-part vocal harmonies, both of which required some effort from the lovely soundman, Rick. The results were well worth it, I hasten to add!) So I didn't really have time to get into my stride, and didn't really feel satisfied at the end of my set. To read a review of this gig click here (I should point out that I had a minor personal disagreement with the reviewer a few months ago, so I thank him for managing not to slag me off.) Thanks to Steve Kind for organising the gig, and saying he'd not been so impressed by a guitarist since he first saw John Martyn in the 60's. I'm playing there again in May, and I promise to KICK ASS OR YOUR MONEY BACK. Here's some pics:



"this will look impressive"
photos © Kevin Petch 2004
www.thoroughbrednewmedia.co.uk
feel the emotion
 
"no-one will notice if i let out a little one"
 

22nd Jan 04 - gig @ The Cockpit, Leeds - Jon Gomm + Gallo + Hayley Avron
First time for me at the cockpit. Hayley from the band Tenessee Traincrash opened the show with a nice solo set. Second on were four-piece Gallo, who rocked unbelievably hard with their unique mixture of rock, jazz, funk and grunge. Really great musicians, tight band, well-written songs. What more could you want.

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.


photos by Lemonhead Ron
"Captain CAAAAAVE MAAAN!!!!"
 
 


20th Jan 04 - the arrival
First diary entry! The CD's finally arrived yesterday. I have 1000 of them in my living room at the moment. I don't know if you've ever seen 1000 CD's, but it's like sitting in the shadow of Mount Eiger. I can only see the telly from one precise vantage point, and even then there's significant leaning involved. PITY ME!!!!!!!

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 as I know.)

Writing a new song at the moment. Guitar-wise I'm writing it in standard tuning, and then I'll probably come up with an arrangement in an altered tuning that best fits the chords/melody. Sometimes I do it the other way round - tune to a cool tuning, perhaps from a song by someone else, then come up with interesting sounds just by fiddling around. The only problem with the latter approach is that you can end up playing the same chord sequences but, because the fingerings are unfamiliar, you don't realise. So the tunings disguise TO YOU the fact that your songs all sound the same, but your audience don't know or care what tuning you're in, so they just hear the same song over and over.

Gotta go now. Bye!


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