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  • Sunday Afternoon Jamming And Writing

    Spent yesterday afternoon jamming and writing.

    I find the element of guesswork in a collective is like a game of chess.

    It's not complex as in Saint-Saens. It's more Staus Quo here, but that doesn't matter.

    It's like being in the second row and having to be a good scrum and keep moving up the pitch.

    I find it uplifting and exciting. Especially when you don't know the other players well.

    It cures the Blues I sometimes get when it works.

    Same thing when enjoying a great cigar.

    I know I write tosh sometimes but I mean all that.




    [YOUTUBE]/YOUTUBE]
    Last edited by Robusto; 03-06-2010, 01:13 AM.

  • #2
    I do miss these posts of you at work Bryan...

    Nice one...
    Love Life - Love Cigars

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    • #3
      Yes, me too.
      It's not often were treated to a man happily whacking away on his organ of an afternoon in front of a group of men.
      Free the UKCF one

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      • #4
        Nice one Bryan. More rockier than I'd imagined you to tinkle to, although you have many ivories to your keyboard I know
        "Go you good things...geddem int'ya"

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        • #5
          Fuck it. Music is about having fun. That was louder than I'd been for ages and it sho nuff clears out my cluttered feelings. I can hear about 15 other tunes in what we bashed out furtively that afternoon. It will be refined. I'm at home with anyone, me. Just back from a local Blues club gig. We each walked out with ?20. That's the lowest pay I've ever had. It was also the BEST gig I've had in the last five years because...

          People stopped talking and listened.
          People clapped. They clapped solos.
          They were students. Many fit women there too, Bosstopher.
          People came up and talked. They enthused.
          Lights were on behind eyes. I could smell brain cells.

          This contrasts with a local gig in the rougher area where

          No lights were on.
          A man had been stabbed outside the pub a week earlier over scag provision
          People asked for Mustang Sally and all sorts of shite
          Outside the pub, some kids towed a caravan away past us. It felt slo mo and no go.

          Masturbating all afternoon has its brilliant attractions but when a gig's a good gig you can't get to sleep and you post shit here or on YouTube or on muso sites.

          I do love it.

          Anyway, the YouTube clip was posted to stir the bucket. Pick on it. I'm a big boy.

          Whatever anyone says, I'll be at it for many Sunday afternoons. If we get to play at the crowning of Mademoiselle Gravesend, it will all have had a purpose.

          When it's late
          I ain't gonna punctuate

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          • #6
            Jam audio files HERE if you're bored.

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            • #7
              Jamming is about having fun and thinking about whether you can push something further or develop it in different sessions. It's about working out what you each can and cannot do.

              It's about being auditioned and auditioning. It's about making judgements. It's posturing.

              If you want it to be comfortable, you pal up with folk who are into sea shanties and you wait for the latest Charles Hawtrey to tank you up in our old town.

              I made a choice. I went for a jam in an industrial unit below a castle near a canal and not far from the ocean with loads of tasty sheep.

              Even driving there past the Channel Tunnel depot with a fat one on the blow makes me feel like I'm Burt Reynolds with some shit panatella or other in some God-awful ladies' calendar.

              I wonder if you can locate it like Nic's white leather seats? No prize, but tell me where this place is. Google Earth me.

              I'm hooked. It keeps me on the Protestant work ethic side of sanity, this playing stuff.

              Huh! The people you meet, and all!

              I've had one gratis Amstel yet I'm intoxicated. I should shut up.

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              • #8
                I 've enjoyed reading this thread Bryan. I feel the same way, though I have to admit that I have only had less than a few jamming opportunities in the last 5 or 6 years. Reading this makes me want to get together with some musos that don't need anyone to hold their hand when out in the midst of total improvisation. It's been a long time for that, You know?
                Business in the front. Party in the back.
                UKCF is now mobile friendly!

                The Mullet Dog is so on fleek!

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                • #9
                  Cheers, Larry-Joe. You and me Transatlantically, buddie.

                  I hear my own limitations loud and proud. I'm going to have a crack at Eb for next time and me and Burt are going to take it to the industrial unit together.

                  I got juiced on Mateus and just hung loose.
                  Last edited by Robusto; 02-06-2010, 06:37 AM. Reason: Jiuced

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                  • #10
                    Rock On, Amigo!

                    Wow! Looks and sounds like a very cool band!


                    Who's the geezer on the keyboard?



                    sigpicVaya con Dios, Amigos! - don TJ and the Coros

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