There's no need to go on. Some of it has involved making chickens, making vegetables, tending the vast estate in our crazy, eccentric multi millionairre sort of way (by making gardens with ponds in and multi-wheelbarrows). Some of it even involved music, well, the noise we make that we laughingly call music.
We even had a gig the other night, in 'The Hotel'. It was o.k. We did it to test out our new/old P.A and as a personal experiment in staying focused and involved (as the hotel is the sort of soul destroying venue you here of in legends) and because we were getting paid.
We were asked to do covers and it was hinted that we might get a regular spot there if we did... Don't get me started on this. Don't you think we'd be advertising ourselves as a cover band if we did FUCKING COVERS! It takes time and effort to learn songs, even your own songs.. why would I spend all those hours learning whats already been done to death when I could be honing our own tunes... someone will say "because of the money".. because of the money...
we gave them some covers:
Man of Constant Sorrow- slowed down and changed to girl of constant sorrow
Rocky Mountain High- slowed down, changed chords, and rearranged.
Ride On- hardened up, speeding slowly up to an angry guitar pounding, fuzz box crescendo.
The NIght They Drove Ole Dixie Down- more or less the same but chords changed slightly.
Girl from The North Country:completely differently, but just about recogniseable
Raggle Taggle Gypsy- slowed down and finger picked.
The Deadwood Stage from callamity jane- included a kazoo solo.. they weren't expecting that one the fuckers.
and the remainder of two hours after that were all our own babies.
We concluded that;
1: our new/old P.A works well
2: The hotel is possibly the wrong place for our stuff
3: A pub that leaves the T'V on when a band is playing has it's priorities a bit arse-ways.
4: Wide inch television screens in direct eyeline flashing sky news headlines whilst your trying to sing is REALLY FUCKING DISTRACTING!
5: We can switch off our obvious soul distruction and 'do our job'.
6: €130 is €130 whichever way you look at it.
7: I'd rather the fuckers had just given me a washing up job there when I applied though.
Heave Ho!
SEE... NOW TRY SINGING A SONG
oh, and just to add, whatever is up with google/blogger at the moment, I can't log in to leave comments. It keeps booting me to the sign in page, though it lets me put posts up!!?? if anyone has a clue, let me know! cheers for all ye're comments by the way. :-)
Making chickens! I want to see how you make chickens? Does it involve sewing? If so, I'm out.
ReplyDeletePah to The Hotel, but I am glad you kept The NIght They Drove Ole Dixie Down similar as it's one of my favourite singalongs. Do you like singalongers, or is it rather off-putting?
And goodness, why are vampires making a comeback and does that woman know?
The answer to the comment issue is (I think) to sign yourself out of blogger or something. It's been an issue for many, and someone, somewhere, has the definitive answer but I can't quite remember what it was. Anyway, sign out and when you sign back in UNcheck the box that asks 'Stay signed in' (ask it not to remember you) and then you should be good to comment. I think.
Good Lord, I'm rambling. Tired.
Hey, fookin' fantastic to see some light in the windows here ! We missed ya...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Titus, about the comment problem, uncheck the "stay signed in" box when you connect to blogger, but also in your browser, if using Internet Explorer, go to Tools, Internet Options, and then Delete, and delete all the history and cookies, including for your preferred sites (uncheck the first box at top of delete list, check all the others)... see if that doesn't fix it... I was having the same issues, someone associated with Blogger in France told me how to fix it... reboot your PC after deleting all the cookies...
Sounds like a mixed night at the hotel, but 130 smackers is 130 smackers... even playing covers can be a little fun sometimes... Glad to hear you like Dixie... Funny, I wrote an adaptation of Dixie a while back, after hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans... it goes like this :
The Night She Blew New Orleans Down
Virgil Caine’s the name, and I lived near Pontchartrain
Until Katrina came, with her wind and waves and rain
Twas the summer of two thousand and five
We were on our roofs, just barely alive
By September first we were almost gone
It was a time I’ll remember oh so long…..
The night she blew New Orleans down
And the levees were breaking
The night she blew New Orleans down
And all the people were praying
Aaahhh let it blow on by, ooohhh just leave us alive...
Back with my wife on Canal Street, when suddenly she told me to hush
Virgil quick come see, I’ll be damned there goes George W Bush
Now I don’t like burying friends
And I can’t see where this misery ends
He’s got what he needs and he leaves us to rot
Good Lord why’s it so god-awful hot
(Chorus)
Like my father before me, I played in a Zydeco band
Like my brother above me, who drowned in Dixieland
He was just eighteen, poor and black
But Katrina laid him on his back
I swear by the mud that’s in these streets
We will build New Orleans back, she ain’t been beat
(Chorus)
- Adapted by Owen Phillips
- With all due respect to Robbie Robertson
Best to all you cats !
Telly? At least it wasn't the jukebox (it happened to an earlier incarnation of Trio Gitan).
ReplyDeleteRelate totally to your first paragraph. The last few weeks have been incredibly busy - no time for the internet, except for the odd quick effort to promote the band.
This will change as I can smell the school holidays from here!...
Good to see you are still out there.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have heard that kazoo solo
ReplyDeleteGreat to have you back - try clearing your browser history and cookies list - that solved it for me - though i spent months after swearing at the computer coz i had to keep actually TRYING to find pages rather than them just appearing
yeah - as owen said. Cookies...mmmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteReviews of your 'worst' gigs are most fun to read. A compilation/anthology?
ReplyDeleteVampires are not as sexy as they used to be, it seems...
"Calamity Jane" - classic! Do you do "Secret Love" too?
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Any which way you look at it yez are total legends and fame and fortune ,though richly deserved ,would have seen ye dead by 27. so feck it! Hip hip for the kazooooo!
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