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1)
Nick quietly dazzles the purists with his picking
2) Geoff assumes the pose and delivers
gig
report
Wed.
21.12.16 Lomond Acoustica The Lomond Hotel East
Brunswick
Biggish
crowd spoils the gig
22.12.16 - Of
course, it's churlish to suggest that the extra
bodies dragged into the room last night by the
presence of Geoff Achison on the bill spoilt the
night, but I mean it only in a very narrow sense.
Consider that it's all about ME and you might
get the picture.
Anyway, I was first up, which I don't usually
mind as it means I get home at a reasonable hour,
but on this occasion I'd been advised that it
would be 'nice' if I were to hang around till
the end of play and join in a few numbers with
Nick Charles (pic 1) and the night's
headliner, Geoff Achison. (pic 2)
Re' any jamming, I certainly wasn't going to mix
it with a couple of consummate guiitar players
like Nick and Geoff, so I offered to fill in with
any key blues harp.they could conjure up and stay
in the background, if indeed I was required at
all.
But, back to my set. I had actually done some
practise that afternoon so I shouldn't be too
rusty, but I hadn't counted on the extra adrenaline
that a) a bit of a crowd provides and
b) recently going off my beta-blocker
medication provides.
I'll work on that, but it made for a brittle performance
with a bundle of dropped notes as well as a botched
couple of verses, so I was quite relieved when
Geoff told me he'd missed my entire set.
Being dissatisfied with my own performance didn't
get in the way of my appreciation of the work
of my two paisley-shirted companions. Nick's a
seasoned Wednesday night acoustic sessions performer
with whom I've worked before and was his usual
quietly accomplished self, but Geoff Achison was
a revelation.
I've seen him in the band context previously,
but from what he told me he does even more solo
work these days - and it shows. He had quite a
group of followers in the room who obviously adore
what he does and he didn't (as I'm sure he never
does) let them down. Completely self-assured and
with a bag of technique show stoppers for every
song, plus some surprisingly nuanced chordal combinations
that belie the one-dimesional ace blues guitarist
tag, and all of this augmented with a cheeky stage
presence and sense of humour.
The Paisley Brothers' jam at the end of the night
was well appreciated and quite a bit of fun, even
for me. However, when it came to playing in Nick's
'people's friend' key of F, I had to pull out
my Bb harp, which hasn't been used in this century
and most of the last. I'm pretty sure it was full
of some funghus or other and I could barely get
a note out of it. I shan't make such rash claims
in future without giving all my harps a damn good
wash first.
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Helen
Jennings fiddles in an unfamiliar studio at PBS
FM |
PBS
interview with Geoff Achison happens
14.12.16 - Apart from the solo
Lomond Acoustica gig next week, there's nothing
on the horizon for me or my bands (!) until the
New Year. The first gig off the rank is the Mornington
Peninsula Blues Sessions Summer Showcase at the
Peninsula Community Theatre on Saturday the 4th
of February with Lloyd Spiegel, Geoff Achison and
Cass Eager.
Geoff and I appeared on the Helen Jennings' Roots
of Rhythm show on PBS this morning to help
promote the gig. I'd been asked to maybe play a
song live to air with Geoff, but in the event he
arrived empty handed so my harps were redundant.
We had a nice chat anyway.. |
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1)
Last DCs standing 2) Mallard spotted on George's
wine glass |
gig
report
Thurs..
8.12.16 Dunks' funeral & 1st BASE at the Mallard
1st
BASE gig seems to impress
9.12.16 - Thursdays
are usually pretty predictable affairs, but yesterday's
version was an exception. M and I began the day
at a funeral/celebration for the nicest of the Nice
Guys, Wayne 'Dunks' Duncan, a congenial affair held
at The Caravan Club. Another bass player gone, and
one with whom I've recently been on stage in Champs'
Cool Rockin' Daddies - as recently as the 11th of
this month in Ocean Grove, in fact.
The rain was persistent all day and it was both
wet and cool when I arrived at the Spotted |
Mallard to find George
next to the stage chatting with his old friend
and our host, Second Line's Peter Leman.
The space was much larger than I was expecting
and full of character, from the parquet floor
to the coloured leadlight dome over the middle
of the room. We were allowed the luxury of an
extended soundcheck with the sound engineer, Joe
Ferguson, who clearly knows his stuff.
In the grand rock and roll tradition there was
a bit of hanging around, but the next thing I
knew I was bolting down a very tasty serve of
'caps' (I'd not heard that description before)
while Skyscraper Stan plied his droll fare (I
liked it) before i mounted the sensible Mallard
stage in company with my new-ish musical
buddies, George and Jeremy.
It wasn't until we were well into our 75 minute
set that it dawned on me something was happening
that hadn't been apparent in the rehearsals -
for one, there were actual dynamics happening!
Not that we were ever going to be loud, with a
nylon-string guitar, piano accordion and double
bass, but the quiet bits were really quiet!
As much as we were enjoying ourselves,
you never know how things have actually gone until
that straight-from-the-heart critique from Maria
and your best friends. Speaking of which, and
in a touching gesture of solidarity, the Spectrum
chaps, Broc, Robbo (and Keaton), Daryl (and Deb)
were all present, as were my good friends Martyn
Sullivan, Alana Gee and Natasha Marich.
Thankfully I gather it did go very well, given
the uniformly glowing reports, which is very good
news for we three musical adventurers. Now for
some more gigs!
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Colin
Hay was a surprise guest and sang Downunder |
gig
report
Sun.
4.12.16 Spectrum at the Bones' benefit The Memo
St Kilda
Bones'
concert goes through the roof
5.12.16 - It was getting
oppressively hot as I drove round in ever-widening
circles trying to find a parking spot somewhere
near the Memo. It was a good five minute's walk
away, but at least I didn't have to pay.
We were on at 2.00 and it wasn't until near the
end of the set I realised I'd left my G harp at
home - and we were never going to get away without
playing I'll Be Gone.
Fortunately, Justin Brady, one of the show's organisers
and a harp player himself, came to my rescue and
provided me with one of his harps. Unforgivable
of me - the mouth-organ is such personal instrument. |
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