johnny9fingers | (no subject)

Notwithstanding that I am in some way an Eleanor Roosevelt-type person, I feel Spring is most definitely in the air. The sun shines. The sap rises. Thoughts turn to women. Well mine do but that's my problem.

My chum Stephen has a set of prerequisites before even contemplating stepping out with a female. They make for an amusing read:

i) she must be not mad. He's very insistent upon this having met a number of my girlfriends over the years.
ii) she must be English. I've never quite agreed with S on this point. But he did once step out with a Welsh Girl, and an Italian lass or two, and his family are Irish (of a particular kind) anyway.
iii) she must be a 'gentlewoman'.

Now I would tend to include article iv) that the woman in question should actually be interested in him. Stephen, being a certain sort of chap, never has problems in believing that all women of taste and discrimination should find him fascinating. Stephen's chums, out of kindness, have not yet cared to disabuse him of this delusion for fear of making him unhappy.

I've stepped out with women of most hues and cultures and I've come to the conclusion my needs are easier to fulfill than Stephen's.
Not mad would be an advantage.
Same continent would also be good.
Over thirty (younger falls into that horrific category - young enough to be my daughter is a disconnect too far). Well preserved and of my own age would help.
Witty....this should go first on the list really: I'll put up with a lot if I'm laughing.

But somewhere at the core....
Spring is really in the air.
A seasonal disorder, no doubt.

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I thought guitar players let their axes do the seduction for them. It's us pianists who need to develop charm and wit.

And why did you start playing guitar, Johnny?
It was the only way my teenage self could think of that might just possibly get two women into bed together with me....

Sorry, that was glib: and young men are prone to such reasoning.

There is ocnscious and unconscious reasoning. If you hadn't copped to it as a conscious one, I would have simply been forced to assert that it was there unconsciously. I have studied the species for years.

Hey, did you ever like Vernon Reid -- him of Living Color?

I met Vernon in '94.
Jeff Corbett had played drums for Vernon as part of the Black Rock Coalition. He came to England in '86 or so and played with Peter Gabriel and a few sessions for other folk. He ended up in a band called 'The Vapours' as replacement drummer. The Vapours frontman was a chap known to me, David Fenton. 'Turning Japanese' (a song about masturbation) put David through Law School, and he's now Head of the Musicians Union legal department, and has his own ambulance chasing business as a sideline.
I stole Jeff from David's band for a project of my own, that included Steve K (from TPA studios) who was in those days a singer.
(Note the glee with which I wrote that.)

Name-dropping of folk of whom you've never heard ....sorry.

Of course I know the song and the band. At the time it came out, I was living on East 92nd Street and hanging out everywhere. Mostly with the avant-garde hypernegroes of the Lower East Side -- but also amongst the equally entertaining punk/performance sceners.

During that same time I jammed with Reid. He liked me -- most particularly because we of this acid-rock version of All Blues we spontaneously broke into before we had even exhcanged a single word.

I still remember our last phone call. I was living with my parents in Jersey, and he with his in Brooklyn. He asked me to come out there to do something or other. I wasn't in the mood to schlep myself and my Fender Rhodes that distance that day. And if I had...?

....If you had, it wouldn't be up to your (younger?) son to attempt world domination.
Though Living Colour didn't quite manage Led Zeppelin status, alas, because they were infinitely better than the competition around at the time.
If they ever allow me back into the US I'll bring a guitar.

Hehe. He wouldn't even exist -- which is why I am regretless. And I never would have rocked the way LC did. I was much more the Art Ensemble of Chicago type.

Let me know if you need me to intercede with the Homeland Security folks on your behalf.