Auditions Are Being Held
- Lightning Rod
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Auditions Are Being Held
Lightning Rod is forming a band in Dallas.
Open auditions will be held soon
Only rascals and scoundrels need apply.
All applicants will be required to be competent musicians who are conversant with The Book.
You can findThe Book here. It consists of lyrics and chords and recordings of the music which will be performed.
Both the trials and rewards will be great, guaranteed.
Open auditions will be held soon
Only rascals and scoundrels need apply.
All applicants will be required to be competent musicians who are conversant with The Book.
You can findThe Book here. It consists of lyrics and chords and recordings of the music which will be performed.
Both the trials and rewards will be great, guaranteed.
good luck with that, LR.
I'd offer myself up as an auditionee but my guitar playing skills are around about slightly above average and I'm in no way a natural musician. I have to work hard at what I can play. As for the bongos I bought a few years ago... well, they are merely ornament; plynth for the gathering of dust on their marbled white stretched skin.
Plus there's the fact that I'm too sensitive to offer myself up to a stage.
But if you ever need a good flute roadie. I'm your man! I could roadie for a flutist. sure I could! It's a piece of piss to carry a little box with a flute, yes? Beats-bean-a -drum-tech. And the sound check... ha. air goes in here. and blow. yes. it works. see? ha.
really though, if you're starting a group. good luck. keep us posted as to how the auditions go. you can post a little "pop idol" column.
I'd offer myself up as an auditionee but my guitar playing skills are around about slightly above average and I'm in no way a natural musician. I have to work hard at what I can play. As for the bongos I bought a few years ago... well, they are merely ornament; plynth for the gathering of dust on their marbled white stretched skin.
Plus there's the fact that I'm too sensitive to offer myself up to a stage.
But if you ever need a good flute roadie. I'm your man! I could roadie for a flutist. sure I could! It's a piece of piss to carry a little box with a flute, yes? Beats-bean-a -drum-tech. And the sound check... ha. air goes in here. and blow. yes. it works. see? ha.
really though, if you're starting a group. good luck. keep us posted as to how the auditions go. you can post a little "pop idol" column.
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Need a bass player?
Ohh... wait. I never learned how to play.
Shit, I can't believe I never learned to play some bass by now..
I bounce around this old house, locked into this old tape,
this reggae dub jam I mixed long ago, or a moment ago,
and those notes are jumping out of that magnetic tape..
I can hear them now..
Ohh... wait. I never learned how to play.
Shit, I can't believe I never learned to play some bass by now..
I bounce around this old house, locked into this old tape,
this reggae dub jam I mixed long ago, or a moment ago,
and those notes are jumping out of that magnetic tape..
I can hear them now..
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there's a wee bar in glasgow called the scotia. I love it and do not go often enough. early saturday afternoon they have a band playing something or other - folk, rockabilly, rock n roll (the proper stuff)...
It's one of those little places that has a wee round table by the door, directly across from the bar, with a little brass plate on it. the plate reads: reserved for the musicians. musicians sit around that table and have wee jams. folky jams. country jams. old bluesy jams with beer and fiddles, whisky, whiskey and guitars and Bodhráns...
I've seen such gatherings in a few other bars in various places in my life. All the folky types seem to be one of two types of people. 1 - the ruddy complexioned outdoors type with a big wooly jumper, short hair and a constant smile, and 2 - the ex and ongoing sufferer of life. the been there and done it twice brigade. the long haired wastrel of the night burning tobacco stained lovers on ancient pagan worship sites as the crow barks and the dove injects another round of forth fucking dimension...
I imagine LR sitting round those folk stained tables jamming, singing, entertaining and regaling.
I don't know why i thought this relevant other than to say, i like musicians who look like they've lived a life. to quote my as-close-to-a-hero-as-I'm-ever-likely-to-take, Bill Hicks: I want my Rock stars dead! 'mommy, mommy, the man bill told me to listen to has a blood bubble coming out of his nose.' 'shut up and listen to him play!'
yes. end tenuous reply.
It's one of those little places that has a wee round table by the door, directly across from the bar, with a little brass plate on it. the plate reads: reserved for the musicians. musicians sit around that table and have wee jams. folky jams. country jams. old bluesy jams with beer and fiddles, whisky, whiskey and guitars and Bodhráns...
I've seen such gatherings in a few other bars in various places in my life. All the folky types seem to be one of two types of people. 1 - the ruddy complexioned outdoors type with a big wooly jumper, short hair and a constant smile, and 2 - the ex and ongoing sufferer of life. the been there and done it twice brigade. the long haired wastrel of the night burning tobacco stained lovers on ancient pagan worship sites as the crow barks and the dove injects another round of forth fucking dimension...
I imagine LR sitting round those folk stained tables jamming, singing, entertaining and regaling.
I don't know why i thought this relevant other than to say, i like musicians who look like they've lived a life. to quote my as-close-to-a-hero-as-I'm-ever-likely-to-take, Bill Hicks: I want my Rock stars dead! 'mommy, mommy, the man bill told me to listen to has a blood bubble coming out of his nose.' 'shut up and listen to him play!'
yes. end tenuous reply.
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