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Gigging tonight.
Mar. 9th, 2019 09:55 amFirst gig of the year.
I'm still running the Helix through the Dickinson. I'll take my number one Strat and the Variax as my guitars. The function band has had to remove all Michael Jackson songs from the set. If I never have to play the "Beat it" solo again it will be no great hardship. Tonight's set will be Motown/Stax orientated stuff. Cool, in-the-pocket rhythm work and a few fills at most. Tonight, Ladies and Gemm'n, I shall be Steve Cropper and Nile Rogers; and any resemblances to post-Schoenberg harmonic theory will only be me playing bum notes because I've forgotten what key we are in.
It's going to be in Covent Garden. And it's a quick get-in and set up, and parking in the West End is such a fag - so there are time-constraints involved and parking difficulties. Who would be a working musician, hey?
So tonight is dedicated to Miladies Terpsichore and Euterpe; and may we get the audience dancing their arses off and having a good time without having the overlay of worry about parking fines. Driving in London is such a fucking pain. And some of us, carting kit around, don't have an option.
I'm still running the Helix through the Dickinson. I'll take my number one Strat and the Variax as my guitars. The function band has had to remove all Michael Jackson songs from the set. If I never have to play the "Beat it" solo again it will be no great hardship. Tonight's set will be Motown/Stax orientated stuff. Cool, in-the-pocket rhythm work and a few fills at most. Tonight, Ladies and Gemm'n, I shall be Steve Cropper and Nile Rogers; and any resemblances to post-Schoenberg harmonic theory will only be me playing bum notes because I've forgotten what key we are in.
It's going to be in Covent Garden. And it's a quick get-in and set up, and parking in the West End is such a fag - so there are time-constraints involved and parking difficulties. Who would be a working musician, hey?
So tonight is dedicated to Miladies Terpsichore and Euterpe; and may we get the audience dancing their arses off and having a good time without having the overlay of worry about parking fines. Driving in London is such a fucking pain. And some of us, carting kit around, don't have an option.
