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Mastering the Bass

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Last Wednesday night, or Thursday morning come to think of it, Sarah and I were slumped away in the back courtyard of the Bank Hotel in Newtown enjoying post-midnight drinks. We ended up chatting away to this emphatic though rather didactic Australian guy who really liked the sound of his own opinions. He had this effusive, quasi-psychic manner about him that compelled him to point the finger at us to tell us what we were, without knowing anything about us. Sarah was a singer who could pitch five octaves. He told her to just concentrate on the singing, all the while ignoring (or not ‘seeing’) her prodigious songwriting and piano-playing gifts. I caught the finger from Kenny too. Without saying a word about myself or who I was, Kenny told me “…you’re a bass player. I know you are. Look at you! You’ve got the body tone, the build. Stick with the bass because there’s too many crap bass players around and good bass players are needed everywhere.” Well, I do more than just play ba…

Requiem

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Pretty flowers bloom in night skiesAnd at season’s end, so they must dieNever to breathe their song againNor sing their charms and wishesNever to live the love that they were Always eternal requiem…I see the flowers flounderingWatching their petals drop in painHear their heartbeat run with mineHeart them dance to the war hero’s march tuneWe shall celebrate their art once more Always eternal requiem…And as people match and separateIn tact they leave their stamp of hateLove is forgotten in the ashes of warAnd that’s when I blacken my face once moreAnd walk the lonely crematory fields Always eternal requiem…To congregate and meditateIn shadeless stony fields of slateThe distant sound of hazy cathedral bellsA clear reminder of your own private hellThe lowest phase of a star once known Always etermal requiem…
Words & Music Copyright Ross B c.1990.1997.2006.

I've uploaded a new song onto my MySpace page, ‘Requiem’.  Well, it's not exactly a new song.  ‘Req…

Sydney Park & the old brickwork site

And so, after last night's ego head-up-the-bum tirade of a blog, I've cooled down somewhat. I've pricked that headspace balloon, so I'm no longer a prick. As it is, I'm a bit over the whole muso thing anyway. I'd rather go back to playing the tennis clubs and bowling clubs in sydney's tucked-away leafy north-shore, and pick up the bass and acoustic and play along with others. I can't be arsed writing songs anymore, although that may change and move at any moment. I have my songs and work rotating on my myspace page. That's good enough for me. For now. Take it and leave it is where I'm at today. On the live front not too many people wish to see and hear a Paul Weller coverer. And I'd rather just breathe, take in the sunlight, talk to children and pat the dog, and not be hanging around the pubs watching and listening to blokes with acoustics who do have some good songs and perform them well, but who aren't in any way half the musician or a…

my Egoic obsession

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(Wed 5 Aug)

I have this one overriding obsession in life, and that is to perform music.
I've carried this obsession over since my late-teens. It’s an obsession that has not since abated; in fact my musico-mojo becomes more pressing or urgent as the years go by.Perhaps because I was so washed-out with baggage during my early twenties that my need to play dimmed to a large degree in those days. I was still active on the listening side of things though, discovering new and wonderful musical loves all the time.And now, at 39, my need to perform and express myself musically remains as strong as ever.The buzz, in other words, remains eternally addictive.
One of the things I regret as a musician is that I haven't played in a great band intensely for a long period of time, a band like say, Cold Chisel.I've got what it takes to be a good musician, more so than the majority of people I observe around the scene.For one thing, I want to play more than pretty much most people I meet.Secon…

Nick Drake

The following is an article I wrote on Nick Drake that got published in 1999. I have writer's block at the moment so I'm going to dig up my vaults for the blog until it I fall back into 'writer's mood'. The Block may pass tomorrow, like anything else we may care to think about, or mention. Reading back over this article again I'm still pleased enough with the way it reads; it was probably the best piece of writing I'd done up to that point sans my Uni papers. Writing is like walking up a steep hill carrying a 50 kilo backpack with a howling wind blowing directly down your face. Progress is arduous and is apparently slow. But that's my perception anyway and I'm my own worst taskmaster. I'll carry it over to Nick now...

Nick Drake was a singer-songwriter from Tanworth-in-Arden, a gentrified chocolate-box township set amidst the lush Warwickshire countryside of the English midlands. He made three albums for Joe Boyd's Island label betw…