2014 That Was The Year That Was

As I lay here in bed with the best part of two weeks worth of washing surrounding my bed, I decided in the spirit of procrastination to write a year in review instead. This might seem a little extreme when you think that it'd take about five minutes to gather up some clothes and chuck them in the washing machine but that would require moving and I am an extremely lazy man.

So... what has happened in 2014? I'll tell you one thing that has and that's the use of the word 'So'. Some of my chums have become SO addicted to using it to start sentences that my inner grammar-gerbil has fallen off his wheel and is now spasming on the floor of his cage. I'm not sure where this vocal tic has come from (although I have my suspicions) but I wish it would bloody go away again. It's up there with Australian cricketers starting every statement with the word 'Look'.

Ok, the rant is out of the way now. What else..?

As far as books and films and music is concerned it has been a mixed bag. I watched a lot of films but didn't enjoy a great deal of them. I read only a few books but didn't really get inspired by them. On the other hand I listened to a great deal of music and was genuinely inspired. I didn't go to as much live music as I would have liked (that is the curse of the gigging musician) but what I did see was of top quality. As a lifelong Fabulous Thunderbirds fan, seeing Jimmy Vaughan was a dream come true and he didn't disappoint. Both Ryan Adams and Robert Plant at the Roundhouse were excellent.
As for recorded music I discovered several new bands, a few old ones and rediscovered many that I had forgotten about. Hooray for the joy to be had in music.

On a personal musical level, it was another good year for the band. Regular gigs, new venues and plenty of new friends has made our job as musicians that much easier. It's always a delight to be greeted with warmth on the return to a venue. Us musicians are an insecure lot and things like that make all the difference.
I've also been writing a lot this year and have several things in the pipeline. If I can get my arse in gear, expect some exciting news in 2015. That said I can't even be arsed to do my washing at the moment so don't hold your breath.

Looking back on 2014 I can't in all honesty say it was a great year for me. I had some horrible ups and downs. I was shunted from pillar to post by the doctors and have just been informed I must go through the process again. My diary is as full of NHS appointments as it is gigs at the moment. One of the many joys of getting old I suppose.
On the other hand I met some truly lovely people and did some truly lovely things. Beer festivals, cricket matches, weddings, barbecues on the beach etc. Most of these were limited to summer but isn't that always the way?
One should never underestimate the great qualities of sunshine and friends.

One last thing before I go and finally put the washing on and do the vacuuming and the washing up and the dusting etc. and that is to raise a glass to my wonderful family who keep getting better and better. The sheer amount of talent in my Mum and my siblings is astonishing. I only wish my old man were still around to see it.

So (gah!!!) take care in 2015. A little more love and a lot less hate. Whatever happens, try and be one of the good guys.

Miles x

Lists etc.

There's a trend over on Facebook for putting up lists of favourite movies, albums etc. so in the interests of posterity I am reposting the 'best albums' one here. Cheers!

A mate asked me the question, what are my favourite albums and why so here we go..

1. Sticky Fingers - Rolling Stones. A far more concise, tough and solid album than 'Exile' which always gets the attention. It's full of great riffs and in 'Sway' has the best guitar solo of any Stones tune.

2. Late For The Sky - Jackson Browne. If I could write just one song one tenth as good as this collection, I'd die a happy man.

3. Fire & Water - Free. The best album by my favourite (british) guitarist. Only 7 tracks long and each one is a blinder. Side one opens with the title track, side two opens with 'Mr Big' and the whole thing ends on 'All Right Now'. Top stuff.
4. Tunnel of Love - Bruce Springsteen. A hugely underrated album by the Boss and one I keep coming back to. 'Cautious Man' is probably my favourite song of his entire catalogue.
5. Southern Harmony & Musical Companion - Black Crowes. Best guitar sounds of any album ever. If you're a sad '70s rock head, you'll love it.
6. Boomers Story - Ry Cooder. It's hard to pick a single Ry Cooder album but at gun point I'd choose this one. Although even as I type this I'm thinking of changing it to 'Paradise & Lunch'.
7. Freewheelin' - Bob Dylan. I learnt every track of this album. 'Girl From the North Country', 'Hard Rains Gonna Fall', 'Don't Think Twice It's All Right' etc. I was tempted to choose 'Blood on the Tracks' but I think this one just shaves it because its influence on me as a young man.
8. Rain Dogs - Tom Waits. The great starting point for anyone wanting to get in to the crazy world of Waits. It's one of those rare albums that gets better with every listen. It's worth the price of admission for 'Time' alone.
9. The Bends - Radiohead. A nostalgic choice for the memories it conjures up when ever I listen to it. Undoubtedly Radioheads most melodic album.
10. Hideaway - Freddie King. The most influential guitarist on me. My uncle Rob sent me this on cassette when I first started learning the guitar. I listened to it until my walkman chewed it up. I have subsequently purchased several more copies on different formats. I know it's a compilation but I don't care. It's bloody brilliant.

So there you have it. This list is only the tip of a huge iceberg and is subject to change at any time depending on my mood. Feel free to criticise, question or otherwise stick your oar in.
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The Best Laid Schemes o' Mice an' Musos

I was recently involved in an experience that many musicians will relate to. I was asked to be involved in a gig that was being put on for a friends birthday. The date was a long way off and we only had to play for half an hour or so. Ok so far. The line up was to be various friends of varying ability. I agreed on the understanding that I am busy with my own bands so wouldn't be able to rehearse much. This was accepted, I put the date in my diary and thought no more about it.

Over the next few weeks, I bumped in to various members of this 'band' and it became apparent that not everyone was on the same page. Some were super eager, while others were.....less so. I shrugged and ordered more beer (there are few things in life that can't be made better by ordering more beer).

Anyway, last weekend it was decided to cancel the whole thing. We all got a text (well I did anyway) saying that it was not working out and it was best if we knocked it on the head. This made me smile a little as it's certainly not the first time this has happened to me and I'm sure it won't be the last. My musical history is littered with stillborn projects and forgotten ideas. What seems great on Friday at 11pm, soon becomes a bit of a pain when you can't be arsed to rehearse on a Tuesday night. The obscure tribute act that everyone wants to be part of is destined to get a name but no more than that.

What it boils down to is the fact that musicians are terrors for being lazy, egotistical, stubborn and (most importantly) easily distracted. We are constantly talking a good fight and then having our head turned by another offer. It's not our fault. We are artists (except drummers) and we have brains that don't like to stay still. I'm sure there is some science to it but I'm a musician, not a scientist so I shall leave that one for someone else.

Suffice to say I'm sorry to everyone I ever included in any of my half-baked musical ideas and I hope that you don't hold it against me. Maybe we could get together and have a jam? Not next week though as I'm quite busy....how about Tuesday week?.....I'll give you a shout....soon....

Ok Is Still Great

I'm writing this on a Monday night. Monday is a strange day for musicians. No one really plays gigs on a Monday so it's kind of like a 'Sunday' for performers. The problem is it gives you a chance to contemplate what has been and what will be. To think about the gigs you've played recently and the ones you have coming up. A chance to build up (in your mind) things that need not be built up.

I was recently speaking to a much younger musician who was saying how much they were looking forward to their up coming gig. I realised I wasn't looking forward to mine at all. It made me sad, guilty and surprised all at the same time. When did I stop enjoying gigging?!?!

The answer is that I haven't stopped enjoying it. I still love playing music with my friends. It is one of life's great pleasures. The problem is that it is no longer an occasional thing. It happens all the time. Therefore it's understandable that the novelty wears off. You can't expect to feel that buzz forever. It's sad that the post-gig downer is still very much present but I guess you can't avoid that if you go from a large crowd of people to no one in the space of an hour or so.

It makes me think that I must do more to reignite my excitement. What can make the ordinary extraordinary again?

I was speaking about this problem to a friend the other day. He pointed out that not many people can go out on a saturday night to a pub, have a few beers, be the centre of attention all evening and then get paid for it. I should stop looking a gift-horse in the mouth and be grateful for what I have.
He is absolutely right. I have nothing to complain about. Once again I have let my wandering brain take me to a place I have no right to be.

This famous quote sums it up perfectly.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

So if anyone sees me at a gig, looking like I'd rather be somewhere else. Feel free to remind me of how lucky I am. I do need to be reminded from time to time.

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