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Loud... Very Loud...
Aug. 15th, 2004 11:21 amBack to the future... it's 1987... I'm 21 & playing in a glam rock covers band that swings between the disastrous & the sublime, as far as performances go. I have a head & heart full of distorted guitars & lyrics about cigarettes, whiskey & wild, wild women - to paraphrase Billy Thorpe - & any music with long hair, loud guitars & someone raping their tonsils over the top is the soundtrack to my dreams. Sometimes literally... how I escaped tinnitus is still a miraculous mystery to me...
It's 2004, I'm 37 & playing in 2 bands that swing betweeen the sublime & the cacophonic, as far as gigs go. I have a head & heart full of music that, whilst varied, will never be described as 'commercial', with lyrics about everything from the programming language of computers to young indigenous children playing in the Northern Territory... & any music that is well played, unusual & diverse in origin is the soundtrack to my life. Literally.
The fact that my taste... & possibly my life... has become cerebral rather than visceral, was brought home to me last night in a wail of distorted guitars, thumping bass & some young tattooed guy raping his tonsils over the top of it. Ladies & Gentlemen, the Brides Of Destruction hit town last night & nearly tore down the Gaelic Club.
And I f@#*ing loved every bit of it!!
Now, off to a Joshua rehearsal for Rock Against The Free Trade Agreement. I get the feeling I'll be playing pretty loud today... lots of extraneous solos & maybe the odd bit of guitar hero posturing... maybe not...
It's 2004, I'm 37 & playing in 2 bands that swing betweeen the sublime & the cacophonic, as far as gigs go. I have a head & heart full of music that, whilst varied, will never be described as 'commercial', with lyrics about everything from the programming language of computers to young indigenous children playing in the Northern Territory... & any music that is well played, unusual & diverse in origin is the soundtrack to my life. Literally.
The fact that my taste... & possibly my life... has become cerebral rather than visceral, was brought home to me last night in a wail of distorted guitars, thumping bass & some young tattooed guy raping his tonsils over the top of it. Ladies & Gentlemen, the Brides Of Destruction hit town last night & nearly tore down the Gaelic Club.
And I f@#*ing loved every bit of it!!
Now, off to a Joshua rehearsal for Rock Against The Free Trade Agreement. I get the feeling I'll be playing pretty loud today... lots of extraneous solos & maybe the odd bit of guitar hero posturing... maybe not...
