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Sandy,
Steve, Wayne and Helen enjoyed Crudd & Pump's plunking
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Crudd & Pump's blissful arvo at Balnarring
27.8.07 - The Heritage Tavern looked an attractive
proposition even from the outside - and because it was such
a nice day, we were plonked out on the spacious verandah with
the diners taking the afternoon sun. The only potential drawback
was the sound meter - which Shane said had given Chris Wilson
a lot of grief when he played there - and Bill and I kept edgily
scanning it as we repeatedly transgressed into the red |
throughout the afternoon. (We successfully
negotiated the arvo with no interruptions, thank goodness!)
Along with Wayne and Helen Reid, (whom some of you may remember
from their shop Rhythm & Views in Northcote), there
was another face that seemed vaguely familiar. Me and the face
got to chatting, (pic 2) and it turned out he was John
Royle, who claims to have played alongside the Party Machine
at the Dandenong Town Hall, (Impact I think it was),
back in the sixties - in fact, he reckons we even backed him
for a couple of numbers. I don't actually remember that, but
I did remember the guitar he had, garishly emblazoned as it
was with a Union Jack. (Mind you, I was wearing white canvas
bell-bottoms and a purple paisley tunic at the time). |
2)
John Royle chats to Crudd 3) Crudd & Pump turn in
an electrifying show (pics Wayne Reid) |
And as the sun slid down behind
the hills we wound up the last set with everybody singing
along lustily (how else?) to Esmeralda. Adam
(the owner) said he'd been pestered all afternoon by people
saying how good we were, so it looks like we'll be paying
a return visit. |
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It's
thirty years ago today!
21.8.07 - Correspondent Gary Hall took
time out to remind me that it was thirty years ago today that
Ariel said farewell one (more) last time at the Dallas Brooks
Hall back on Sunday the 21st of August 1977. It's been brought
to my attention from another source as well - Vincent Donato
from Liberation Music (hmmm..) has sent me a DVD of a clip from
Nightmoves from that very same year of a song from the Aloha
show. It's strange how these sorts of coincidences tend to cluster.
One of my harp students mentioned last week that he'd first
come across Spectrum at a gig in a shearing shed in Cobram as
part of the Peaches & Cream festival in, what, 1970? Bugger
me, but another bloke pipes up at the Wild Thyme gig last weekend
and says that he'd seen us for the first time at the very same
gig.. |
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Warbie
gently rocks..
1)
Rob Glover (Sports) had a wistful night 2) Broc was there
for the second week running |
3) Happy
Birthday Baz! |
gig
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Crudd & Pump do the Wild Thyme
19.8.07 - With Robbo with Fi on the dark
side of Yepoon, it was left to Bill and me to fill out an evening
at one of our favourite intimate venues, the Wild Thyme Café
in Warburton, about an hour's drive from Camberwell down the
Warburton Highway, (which must take some sort of record for
the most speed signs on any comparable stretch of highway).
We got there just after 7.00, but with the place being flat
out with diners we couldn't get in to set-up till after 9.00,
so we relaxed, had a bite to eat and chatted to the Wolfe Gang's
Broc (pic 2), who'd played there the previous week,
and a little later to Baz McCulloch (pic 3) who was
at the Wild Thyme celebrating his 55th birthday.
I don't think I've come across Rob Glover (pic 1) for
well over a couple of decades, when the Sports and Spectrum
and Ariel were touring, and I enjoyed chatting to him - he remains
a gentleman with an endearing turn of phrase. |
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Crudd & Pump at the Bay
12.8.07 - The Bay hotel is quite
a tiny pub opposite the Peter Scullin Reserve, where we have
trotted out a couple of Christmas songs for Carols By The Bay
on a couple of occasions. When Bill and I arrived at the hotel
we were slightly surprised to find there was a snappy young
guitarist, Matt, (pic) already playing, so we plonked
our gear down while we waited and tried to work out the odd
set up. I quite enjoyed playing, despite the discouraging ambience,
and we noticed that there were a few people in the room that
looked as if they knew who we were. Sure enough, by the end
of the night they'd almost all come up and said how much they'd
enjoyed it. I'll be interested in the feedback our agent gets
from the hotel, but if we do manage to play there again, I'll
see if we can't set up pointed at the audience next time, rather
than the espresso machine. |
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For
Blues' Sake 2
1)
Li'l Fi sings to the camera 2) Neale Johns and Brenden Mason's
Blackfeather |
3) Laffy
- you're on the website! |
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For Blues' Sake Festival - the sequel
11.8.07 - The 'package' concept
went so well at Nighthawk Blues last month that organiser and
motivator Daryl Roberts decided to do it again at Don't
Tell Tom. Li'l Fi (pic 1) was strutting her stuff
when I arrived with Daryl and Robbo being potentially ubiquitous
backing her up, and it all felt very relaxed and friendly in
the late afternoon light. Peter Laffy (pic 3) was compering
proceedings and kept the relaxed vibe going between sets - as
well as allowing a procession of guitarists to use his amp.
Spectrum was on next, and although I'd worked out a set list
earlier, I had to add in a scattered version of On Broadway
when it looked like we were going to finish early. At least
I gave the audience I'll Be Gone, which I'd conspicuously
left out last time at the Nighthawk. Blackfeather (pic 2)
was on stage (with the two Robbos again) as I left, and,
as predicted, the review is on the website even before the show
is over |
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Rhythms
news 11.8.07 - Might I recommend
this month's issue of Rhythms for its interview with
me by Bruce Milne on Spectrum's Part One release and
Nick Charles' interview with roots music missionary and occasional
Spectrum keys' player, Daryl Roberts. If you haven't
come across it before, Rhythms, like the music and
musicians it features, is worthy of your support - you get a
vital snapshot of what is happening on the local scene in particular,
and without the pressure of a weekly deadline it can afford
to be more considered in its approach and you'll appreciate
the in-depth articles on local and visiting overseas artists. |
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1)
The civil war cannon in Volcano, San Andreas CA |
Spill
and Volcano CDs back in stock
2.8.07 - It's been embarrassing to say
the least to have both Spill and Living On A Volcano
out of stock, but both are now happily back in stock - and under
quite interesting, if not curious circumstances. You may remember
that in 2000, Spectrum rather surreptitiously flew over to California
and played the odd gig there. I'd forgotten that we'd taken
some CDs over with us to furnish the local retailers, and that
I'd left the balance in the care of my other brother Jeremy
in San Francisco. He and Susie rang me recently, and we decided
that they were far more use to us in Oz. This is the somewhat
remarkable story of their being returned to me as told by Jeremy:
We were away on vacation week before last. |
A trip to Mono Lake - odd-shaped
tufa rocks emerging from a placid lake which is ten times as
salty as the Pacific Ocean - and nearby Mammoth Lakes and Gold
Country ghost-towns (including the wonderful Bodie). On the
way out of town (Monday) we dropped into a post office with
your CDs, just to get pricing. Worked out that we had to transfer
them to the six priority mail boxes in order to get the best
deal. So your CDs came with us to Mono Lake and Lee Vining (the
town where we stayed for most of the trip). Lee Vining incidentally
would be otherwise unremarkable except that it is right on the
lakeshore and - another bonus - has an excellent restaurant
(the Whoa Nellie Deli) at the local Mobil gas station. I repackaged
your CDs into the six boxes before we set off home, thinking
we might find a convenient post office along the way and - this
being the US equivalent of the wop-wops (the boondocks you might
say) we might actually find a post office without a 30-minute
queue.
As we drove along Highway 49 we came across San Andreas and
then the very small town of Volcano. The perfect place - I thought
- from which to send your packages. Unfortunately, it was not
to be - most post offices are open on Saturdays, but not here
in the sleepy town of Volcano. Anyway. Susie took some digital
photographs of the town of Volcano (attached for your viewing
pleasure).
Volcano is so-called because it sits in a crater-like hollow
and was previously known as Soldier Gulch. There is a saloon
(which is said to be haunted), a grocery store, an art gallery
and a gift shop. Look at the photos and it's as good as being
there. |
2)
Waal, I guess this is the Volcano Museum 3) George Reeves once
changed costume in this booth |
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Hullo
- is anybody home? Buda, where are you? |
Offbeat
off dear..
2.8.07 - I've fixed my bluetooth (yay!)
so I'm able to show you a shot of Williamstown's Off-Beat music
store, taken the other day on my mobile when I was in Willy
to see Way Out West's Rob Rowe. Ian 'Buda' Carpenter wasn't
in at the time, so I didn't get to offer my commiserations on
the shop closing. I got an e-mail from Ian the other day, which
said: Dear Friends, I'm finally breaking free of the Retail
Shackles. Yep, Offbeat is closing the doors for the last time
at the end of September. If we have any unfinished business
like Cds on consignment or anything you can think of, please
get in touch and we can finalise things. We will of course be
continuing and evolving some interesting |
ideas online. If you know anyone
that might be looking for a shop or a great space please pass
on the information below. Offbeat Music (the shop) is up for
grabs! Could you be interested in a fabulous commercial location?
Come and talk to us! Go to the Website for more information:
www.offbeat.com.au |
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Blues,
blues.. and Spectrum
1)
Bill with regulars Ray and Di at Nik's Taverna 2) The Detonators'
Rockwell T James
3) Bill
surveys the bedlam at Oscar W's Wharfside Bar 4) The spot on
the paddle steamer that's forever Spectrum's |
gig
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The
Echuca Winter Blues Festival
1.8.07 - Happy birthday to any
horses reading this. I apologise for the poor selection of
pics, (above), but I still haven't resolved the bluetooth
situation and my regular camera is starting to play up as
well. But, to the Festival. Bill and I did the Echuca Winter
Blues Festival a couple of years ago, and, while it was enjoyable
enough with just the two of us, I figured then that the full
band would be a better proposition. And so it proved to be.
We arrived good and earlyin Echuca at 5.30 on the Friday evening
and checked in to the accommodation at the Merool Riverside
Holiday park in a cabin made out as a Cobb & Co. depot,
right on the Murray riverside as advertised, quite new and
very comfortable as it turned out.
We were surprised to find a PA already set up at our first
gig at Nik's Tavern - nobody had told us that this was going
to be the case and we'd brought our own PA with us - but it
was pretty similar to our own, so we imagined it would be
OK. Nik thoughtfully provided us with some of his delectable
Greek fare as we set up, and pretty soon the room had filled
up with happy diners. My optimism re' the PA was slightly
awry as I didn't really come to grips with the graphic equaliser
for the entire night, and so wasn't thrilled with the overall
sound - not to mention that my amp started to make farting
noises every few notes, testing my notoriously short fuse
to the limit - but the audience seemed to enjoy themselves,
with some of them appearing to take quite an interest. As
a postscript to the night, I was the only one to sleep warm
back at the cabin. Bill only discovered he had an electric
blanket the next morning and Robbo didn't notice there was
an extra blanket provided for our two beds. What can I say?
The second gig was at midday on Saturday at Oscar W's Wharfside
Bar and Café, which Bill and I had played the last
time, and we found the same PA as we'd had at Nik's the night
before. I managed to work out the equaliser this time, but
now my amp didn't want to co-operate at all, and in Jamaican
Farewell I lost the plot completely. I miserably plugged
in my Strat' direct to the PA - up till that point I'd been
really enjoying the gig - and just went through the motions
for the rest of the set.
That night we were booked to play on a paddle steamer on the
way to the Morrison's Winery gig, which was a bit of a logistical
puzzle, but we overcame most of the potential problems by
setting up at the Winery early, only this time using our own
PA. The paddle steamer part was fun, apart from Bill's circulation
deserting him in the cool conditions. I played a couple of
hoot-nanny faves (If I Had A Hammer and Michael
Rowed The Boat Ashore, which entertained Robbo hugely),
and we did some spontaneous blues songs which amused the folk
in the general vicinity. As it turned out, this was a dancing
crowd and I was able to coast through the night at the Winery
without the usual energy-sapping displays of bravado.
After the gig I took the bus back to the Bridge Hotel with
a group of revellers to pick up the van. They were a happy
lot and obviously enjoying themselves to the max. I quite
enjoyed being part of the bus group and found myself wishing
not for the first time that I could've been enjoying the Festival
as part of the audience rather than as a pooped performer.
The next morning we left contentiously early to get back to
Melbourne to open up the show at the Willy RSL featuring The
Pardoners. Contentiously early, as Robbo had taken my sarcastic
reference to having to leave at 8.30 literally. Fun and games.
Anyway, we got there well before 1.00, but predictably not
early enough to beat the ever-concientious Glyn Mason. I was
looking forward to the Willy gig despite the tight schedule,
because, quite apart from it always being a good gig to do,
we don't get to fraternise with Glyn Mason nearly enough these
days. He and Sam have got a great, if under-appreciated, double-act
thing going, and, as a bonus for this show they had our old
mate David Hicks on percussion, as well as Sam's Canadian
ex-pat wife Judy on harmonies.
It was good to have Daz with us on keys again, and I think
we did an interesting enough selection of songs - my view
of proceedings was slightly tarnished by not having my amp
on deck still - Glyn loaned me his acoustic-style amp, but
it wasn't the same. My biggest thrill of the afternoon was
when we were about to start and yer actual Normie Rowe strode
up to the stage and shook my hand - Bill said he stayed the
whole set and joined in enthusiastically with I'll Be
Gone.
All in all an interesting weekend, and I would like to
think Spectrum can do some more doubles with Glyn and Sam
in future. The next week or two are very quiet, but I should
have my amp back from Dale and be raring to go by the time
the next gig appears.. |
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