12
Sep
09

Modern Plumbing

Southern Steve: Modern Plumbing Mp3

Fight fight, did your parents fight?
Did you lie around and listen to ‘em half the night?
Ding dang dell,
Now you live in hell
When you consider who’s in heaven then that’s just as well
Y’ can’t stand the music on the radio
Can’t stand the people on the TV show
(Hey)
Hy hey wash the pain away
Wash all the little irritations down the drain
Scrub until you’re squeaky clean
scrub and scrub until your irritation can’t be seen
There’s no need to fear
Modern Plumbing is here!

31
Aug
09

Luker and Southern

I have formed a folk duo with Emma Luker. It was only a matter of time before this happened, I think. I’m going to do my ’solo’ folk stuff, and she’s going to do her solo Celtic fidle thing, without either of us actually having to do the lonely solo artist routine. Being on stage with one other person is literally about five times more fun, for me anyway…

We had out first ’show’ last night at L’hôtel d’Exatorre on Rue de la Roundelle, a two-song intro at the end of La Nuit de L’acoustique Toutes les Etoiles, run by the ineffable Guillaume.

We sounded quite good apparently, despite the table of screaming “look at me” twenty-somethings who chose to sit right up the front in the music room, yelling at one another, even though they had the whole rest of the pub to themselves if they wanted a place to do that. Sound quality improved dramatically when Bob told them to – and I quote – “shut the fuck up”. I bought him a beer.

For Suzy and anyone esle looking for the two versions of the goldfish song, it is here:

http://southernsteve.com/2009/01/19/look-what-they-done-to-my-song-ma/

Anyway the set was all right and we’re both looking forward to doing a few more shows but things won’t really get sorted until I purchase my new banjo later in the month.  Then things will really start to come into focus. “Folkus”, get it? Oh, don’t stop me.

There is a new site, lukerandsouthern.wordpress.com, and all the info on our activities will go up on there in good time (there’s nothing there now, by the way).

In related new, I have  taken the solo acoustic demo down as there’s not much point me having one of those, coz all the good songs are going to be better in the duo. But for those that still might want it, here it is:

Southern Steve outdated solo acoustic demo:

Part 1: ‘Cavemen and Butterflies’ b/w ‘Stood Up’

Part 2: ‘Souls Still Grow’ b/w ‘Chickenshit’

Oh, and I’m leaving the upcoming shows page here for the time being. I got a gig playing with Soursob Bob in October and various other sideline plans.

But for the most part, this blog will return to being about my home studio stuff.

Cheers, and may the “folk” be with you.

(Oh, stop me.)

‘Southern’ Steve McKenzie.

16
Aug
09

Soundcloud Testing = Buzzcocks “Why Can’t I Touch It”

Http://www.soundcloud.com.

About as easy to imbed as Youtube videos are.

11
Aug
09

The Transmission of a Legend

Southern Steve: ‘Legend’ Mp3

Love Will Tear Us Apart might be Joy Division’s best known song, but Transmission probably should be. It’s a better representation of the band’s musical and lyrical power.

Transmission…Radio, Live Transmission…Dance to the Radio…Listen to the Silence…Touching From A Distance…The Language of Sound…

All of those lyrical fragments have been used as the names of bootlegs, books, Myspace sites, magazines, 80s music nights, cover bands, and all hark back to the power of this one song.

The 1979 single version is fine enough but the earlier, slower version on the RCA demo is even better in my view; the band almost stand back from the song and allow that slow, arrogant two-note bass line and the rumbling drums to do their work.

Joy Division – Transmission MP3 (RCA Demo Version).

There is an excellent drum break at the end of this track, with Steven Morris  left to slow down the tempo on his own after the rest of the band have stopped playing.  It’s a gift to the would-be sampler, containing that hallmark “Joy Division move” as my mate Fraser recently described it: a single tom hit just after the 3rd beat snare, giving the whole thing that lurching, robotic feel. It’s the sound of the classic Joy Division flawed machine.

In my own tune, Legend, I’ve backed up those drums with a midi track including some syn-tom sounds a bit like the ones on Closer, another two note bassline, and some guitar and bass chords with valve distortion and delay, to replicate the sound of the band live, on an album like Live at Eindhoven.

I like the sound, but even as I was doing this song, it occurred to me what a forlorn process it all was, and the lyrics that came to me ended up being about the emptiness of replicating a long-gone original…

It’s Just a Legend

An Empty Legend

A Cold and Empty Legend

You Heard a Dream

And Tried to Make it Real

Anyway, I’ll be back later with some more maunderings,

GSS, feeling alright but a little bogged down,  Aug 2009.

28
Jul
09

Introducing the Song Archive

Another site makeover post:

I figured that new people coming here might not be able to get hold of all the different mp3s easily, especially if you are not blog-savvy. They are kind of scattered throughout the site.

So I have made an archive page where all the major recordings are listed and you can download from there, or go to the actual post in question if you want to know more about the song. The archive doesn’t include covers, or songs by other bands, but it does include collaborations.

This willl be updated as time goes on.

Happy browsing,

Steve.

27
Jul
09

Patrik Fitzgerald – Grubby Stories

patrik_fitzgerald

Come and get yer punk in Woolworfs...

Really, you’d have thought a guy who was like a cross between Johnny Rotten and Bob Dylan would have been more famous. Or, maybe, way less famous. But I don’t think anyone could possibly have predicted that Patrik Fitzgerald (born ‘Patrick’ Fitzgerald) would have been exactly as famous as he was, no more and no less.

Mp3 file: Patrik Fitzgerald – 10 Songs from Grubby Stories (1979)

This guy has been making a right  nuisance of himself since 1975; knocking on managers’ doors, painting his name on people’s cars, crashing parties, stalking people, busking outside funerals,  and playing so many solo acoustic shows in front of punk punters that eventually Polydor went “Oh, alright Patrik, you can have your bloody record contract if you’ll just shut-up!’”And so Grubby Stories was born.

(Disclaimer: story not actually true. I just wanted to make it sound exciting and I didn’t want to copy the Wikipedia entry).

The truth is, my sister came home with a copy of this record one day (after borrowing it off this jerk called Nathan (who I once saw in his underwear (which was red))) and we decided it was just as good as all the other music we liked, and never gave it back.

I’ve spent the last twenty-five years vaguely wondering why no-one else ever seems to have heard of it, except for all the people who have (and they all seem to be wondering why no-one else has heard of it either).

Apparently Patrik moved from Polydor after a few records, and continued to make records which apparently sound increasingly like David Bowie on a bad day. He now lives in New Zealand where he has a Myspace and does solo shows and stuff, and maybe walks on the same bits of dirt that Chris Knox sometimes walks on. But I wouldn’t really know about any of that. I’ve only heard this record.

The story behind this mp3 is that a few years ago I dug this old bit of vinyl out of my cupboard, recorded it onto my computer (before I realised what the earthing wire on the stereo was for) and then sold it for ten dollars just before moving to the tropics.

(Nathan: I lost your record, I’m very sorry.)

Anyway, here is Patrik Fitzgerald, the forlorn pioneer of folk punk, in all his two chord acoustic wonderness. Well, most of it is acoustic, but some of it is played by a band featuring members of The Buzzcocks and Penetration, whom Patrik somehow managed to get to sound a fair bit like early U.K. Squeeze. But the lyrics are the main thing, really; alternately weird and very strightforward, and all delivered with a cockney nasal despair which is truly beautiful.

If you like your punk music strange and offbeat, I strongly advise that you listen to these tunes, at once.

Mp3 file: Patrik Fitzgerald – 10 Songs from Grubby Stories (1979)

The Ten Songs:

  • As Ugly As You
  • Nothing to Do Around Here (with evil children)
  • All My Friends Are Dead Now
  • Adopted Girl
  • When I Get Famous
  • Little Fishes (brilliant song, my favourite)
  • But Not Any More
  • Conventions of Life
  • They Make It Safe
  • Your Hero
27
Jul
09

Hey Mister Photographer Man

My gig at the wheaty last night was characterized by good sound quality, decent-sized audience, nervy performance, and…at least three photographers.

I reckon I must have been snapped about thirty times, in sound-check and playing.  In the nineties, when I played in front of bigger crowds and when I was more well known, I don’t think I ever got snapped once. I think maybe when I won a songwriting competition, someone took one shot for a magazine, but that’s about it.

Ready access to digital has probably changed the culture, but there was something else going on, too. Like, does everything get recorded for posterity now? Is taking photos the new dancing? The headline act got snapped to oblivion but only two people danced. And the guys doing it couldn’t have all been from the media…

So anyway, I guess there’s some guys out there now with all these fairly dark photos of me hunched over a guitar with a microphone obscuring most of my face. Uh, I hope you enjoy those. And, please email to me any shots that do not fit this description…

As for the gig itself…Fiddle chix were grand, especially that Irish one about the swashbuckling woman who saves her husband from the gallows in a last minute dash. My own show was somewhat hasty and mistakeful (?). Prolly sounded OK to people that knew the songs, but the main problem me is that those songs are all old ones, I don’t really write for guitar any more, I write for everything I can do in a studio, so it’s kind of hard to put new energy into it.

BTW I think got a gig coming up where I just play the banjo. So, I don’t have to worry about making old stuff sound good, I can just pluck away. Maybe that will be fun…

GSS.

09
Jul
09

Boy About Town: The Jam as an upbeat pop band

There's more than you can hope for in this world - so cheer up, lads!

There’s quite a few different sides to Paul Weller’s songwriting for The Jam – the angry young man of “Going Underground”, the melancholy folk singer-songwriter on “That’s Entertainment”, the would-be Northern Soul artist on “Ghosts” and the the budding social commentator on “Town Called Malice.”  I like a lot of that, and some of it I like a lot, but when it comes down to it, my favourite songs by this band are the simple three or four chord, three minute bop tunes about love, music and being an excited kid, that are spread out across their six studio albums and on a few singles.

These tunes are all major key, up tempo, with melodic guitar riffs and often boppy horns as well, and are full of lines like “The kids know where it’s at” and “We got the gift of life” and my favourite, “There’s more than you can hope for in this world.” Mixed in with all that is an urgent desire to make the most of today, and a kind of bittersweet sadness about lost opportunity and fading youth. Maybe some of them were supposed to be light relief from their more serious tracks, but to me, they actually represent the best of this band.  No other band ever captured this mood in quite the same way.

Weller carries this “yearning kid” thing off perfectly, singing with a kind of eager boyishness and optimism that you could only really get away with if you were a teenager or in your very early twenties, and hey, let’s remember, he was! Their professionalism makes it easy to forget it but this band were babies, they’d had mainstream success at age nineteen and the band was wrapping up by the time Weller was twenty-three. No wonder he’s had such an interminable bloody solo career. Ahem…

Anyway, here’s the tunes I’m talking about. I’m not sure about a few of these but ten are rock solid.

  1. In the City
  2. Art School
  3. Sounds From the Street (?)
  4. It’s Too Bad
  5. Fly (?)
  6. When You’re Young
  7. Girl On The Phone
  8. But I’m Different Now
  9. Dream Time
  10. Boy About Town (mp3)
  11. Absolute Beginners
  12. The Gift

By the way, I’ll be posting a single of the Jam live in Japan at some point pretty soon. The live version of ‘But I’m Different Now’ is excellent.

Steve.

07
Jul
09

The Upcoming Shows Page + House of Horror

I have a gig at the Wheaty on the 26th and another lined up in late October and am on the prowl for more in August and September, so as to play about one show a month. But there’s not much point doing a post for each one, so keep an eye on the Upcoming Shows page in the header.

Life is crazy at the moment, we came back from Germany to find that the house rennovations were not completed, becuase the council is being obstinate about planning approval,  so there are gaping holes everywhere and we are all freeezing cold. And now the kitchen demolition is underway too, most of the house is unusable. Every day I go to  work feeling relieved to be out of there and I sit in a cafe on Gilbert Place and pretend it is my house for half an hour. Needless to say, it hasn’t been a great time for music, blogging or much else at all.  

S.

23
May
09

Wall of Violin

Last post before I go on a break  to the Farhterland,

Here are two tracks showcasing what my recent collaboration with Emma Luker sounds like; somewhere between the Velvet Underground, Steeleye Span and the Dirty Three, as I intended. I’m kinda happy with them, but be warned, they are basically FOLK music, especially the second track, so if that word makes you want to take heroin while you tattoo cocks on your face in an effort to assure your rock and roll credibility,  avoid these tracks, they will hurt you.

The first track, Baby Kissing, has the wall of violin effect created by Emma recording six different layered tracks, all distorted. On the final one of these the input went crackly, which lends a certain VU ambience, but will have to be re-done ultimately. Also for the chop before I mix the final version are my vocal efforts here. They are alright but I am somewhat nasal, as I have come down with a feverish cold after my recent annual visit to a piggery. I’m sure it’s nothing.

Enjoy, and there’s more of this to come. In the meantime wish me well as I travel throughout one of the world’s great cultural centres, drinking beer and eating sausages.

Baby Kissing

The Perfect Hill (McKenzie / trad).




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