I Hope I Never

Our third ever gig was nearly our last. We played at the Gov front bar on a Thursday in late November and had more technical problems than you would think physically possible for an acoustic duo. Pick-ups, leads, strings, tuning, it all went to hell. For me anyway. (Emma was fine actually.)

Initially, we thought we were doing pretty well crowd wise, until all the diners left to go and see Tim Finn playing next door.

(Incidentally, I noted that the bar staff kept everyone in the mood for Tim by playing a lot of his brother’s music. I wonder how that feels.)

After they all left the crowd was thin and the music was quite good but the tech graemlins were having a field day. When I say it was the stuff of nightmares this is not poetic license because I actually have had several subsequent nightmares about that gig. The only good thing to come out of it was that I cracked down ruthlessly on future tech issues and have had none since.

After that, things went quiet on the Luker and Southern front for a while…

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250th Anniversary of Getting Totally Shitfaced

Man, there were some drunk people at the Brecknock last night, and I really mean plastered. Dancing, whooping, walking headlong into doorways, fondling each other’s gonads and vomiting in the hall. These were people that weren’t going to be much use on grand final day. They had made their choice and Guinness was it.

For our debut show, me and Emma played two long sets and a reprise at the end, and filled about about 2 and a 1/2 hours worth with fun, listenable and sometimes danceable music, but in terms of crowd response, we really have to thank Mr and Mrs Guinness,  on that cold winter night in 1725. Without their canoodling, young Arthur would never have been born, and never have invented his dark gooey beverage in 1759, and all those people would have had no excuse for getting as drunk as they did last evening.

Or maybe they would have found another one.

Whatevs. We played pretty all right, and got good and paid. Fun show.

So, catch us next time at the Governor Hindmarsh on Thursday November 26 and please drink a lot. It’s a bar deal.

Now I’m off to spend my hard earned loot on wine in the Coonawarra,

GSS.

So I’m in this folk duo now

See: lukerandsouthern.wordpress.com

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 fiddle 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:

https://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.

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,

‘Southern’ Steve McKenzie.

La Nuit de L’acoustique Toutes les Etoiles

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

It was an acoustic variety night so there was lots on offer. For me, the high point of the night was John Crouch’s frenetic guitar playing, although the memory is clouded by the performance of another fellow who decided that it was in everyone’s best interests if he play a ten minute didgeridoo solo, without having actually asked anyone if they agreed.

Then there was the obligatory table of “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 Soursob Bob told them to – and I quote – “shut the fuck up”. I bought him a beer.

I wince with embarrassment when I recall that I used to do exactly the same thing in my early twenties and that I, also, might have had the delusion that being seen in the front bar of the Exeter on a Thursday night in winter was somehow the coolest thing ever.

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).