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Let's spread some musical misinformation
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John Entwistle was apparently an avatar of the God of Thunder, Thor. He was given birth to in London to bring this mortal word more thunder! Apparently this annoyed Odin the same way Prometheus annoyed Zeus, so He was extradited back to the heavens at a mere age of 57 (RIP!). At this time many mortals have been learning His style with varying levels of success. He lived His life as a Freemason in order to hide His identity as a god. He played the 1,200w Sunn Little Manhattan rig because He was too used to the sheer volume of the thunder from the sky. He fell in love with Thunderbirds because, apart from sounding like pure thunder, that thing even has "Thunder" in its name! He typewrote His basses because He was too used to His hammer. He was the first from the Who to start a solo career because, as ingenious as Pete Townshend is, He didn't feel like letting the mere mortal sit above Him. His solo albums were not all that popular because most mortals can't decode His music. When you see the lightning from the sky it was the laser LEDs on His Alembic basses up there.
Even though a good number of elite artistes are clued in, this is not common knowledge. They'll never give the game away, but I will: the angst-ridden, heartbreaking, soul-destroying, notorious, difficult second album is a total waste of time and can easily be avoided. It's a cinch — you just go, via the scenic route, straight from the first album to the third. Trust me.
To get the ball rolling, after all the momentum from your debut album begins to slow, slip away quietly and go 'holidaying' on the Continent. Tell no one. Hire a ramshackle studio somewhere in France and lay down half a dozen choice tracks.
Once that's done, the very next day, out of the blue, fly off the handle, become completely hysterical, breach your contract, irreparably. Break a law or two, do some damage, just enough to get yourself permanently banned; become persona non grata, burn all bridges, then, immediately — before you get arrested and deported , or shot — make a bee-line for Switzerland.
On the way, flog off all your equipment, and all unnecessary baggage — on the sly, cash on the barrelhead. Before you do, be sure to make copies of all your original hard drives — very important — before erasing them. Post the copied drives, and all your papers and the wedding ring, to someone back home who'll keep them safe — not your spouse — then go and receive some conspicuous bumps and bruises by getting yourself into a bar fight or two. Don't go overboard but be sure to get yourself hospitalized and treated so you'll have a verifiable story to fall back upon. It's OK to incur a little strategic debt at this stage — later, that'll work in your favor.
After you get discharged, buy a ticket home and, the moment your flight touches down, promptly report the whole episode to anyone who'll listen. Declare bankruptcy, admit yourself into a mental institution and take advantage of some new-age counseling — use your discretion but any kind of shrink-wrapped quackery will serve, due to your obvious 'confusion.'
Say the studio was 'broken into' and everything, including the masters for the entire second album, vanished without a trace and you just snapped, lost the plot for a minute. Say that, after some gut-wrenching backroom dealings with some shadowy Gallic extortionist engineers, you handed over a hefty ransom but to no avail. Make it plain: you're still recovering from a temporary derangement brought on by concussion and stress, and you're penniless, stone motherless broke. You've lost almost everything including your wits …
If you sell this story right, you'll be set: the second album will no longer be an issue, the obvious 'trauma' and 'the derangement' will nullify any expectation for a bankable state of recollection. Say nothing more without a lawyer present, then, in the presence of your lawyer, say even less. Develop a nervous tick, a twitch or two, and cry a lot. Become reclusive, go into hiding for a little while, resume the habit. Become a hobbit.
At this stage, enjoy the ride. With a little creative accounting, you'll literally have at least half of your third album already in the can, bought and paid for. When the time's right, after things have cooled down, simply write off that entirely fictitious,'difficult second album' completely.
Make a real song and dance about it in the press. And make a motza on it, at tax time. And then, with that big, bounteous tax return, you'll easily be able to complete the third album — not difficult — and even back the launch, financially, during the publication of your very profitable, ghost-written, best-selling, tell-all memoir — Took a Major Hit, For a Song.
To get the ball rolling, after all the momentum from your debut album begins to slow, slip away quietly and go 'holidaying' on the Continent. Tell no one. Hire a ramshackle studio somewhere in France and lay down half a dozen choice tracks.
Once that's done, the very next day, out of the blue, fly off the handle, become completely hysterical, breach your contract, irreparably. Break a law or two, do some damage, just enough to get yourself permanently banned; become persona non grata, burn all bridges, then, immediately — before you get arrested and deported , or shot — make a bee-line for Switzerland.
On the way, flog off all your equipment, and all unnecessary baggage — on the sly, cash on the barrelhead. Before you do, be sure to make copies of all your original hard drives — very important — before erasing them. Post the copied drives, and all your papers and the wedding ring, to someone back home who'll keep them safe — not your spouse — then go and receive some conspicuous bumps and bruises by getting yourself into a bar fight or two. Don't go overboard but be sure to get yourself hospitalized and treated so you'll have a verifiable story to fall back upon. It's OK to incur a little strategic debt at this stage — later, that'll work in your favor.
After you get discharged, buy a ticket home and, the moment your flight touches down, promptly report the whole episode to anyone who'll listen. Declare bankruptcy, admit yourself into a mental institution and take advantage of some new-age counseling — use your discretion but any kind of shrink-wrapped quackery will serve, due to your obvious 'confusion.'
Say the studio was 'broken into' and everything, including the masters for the entire second album, vanished without a trace and you just snapped, lost the plot for a minute. Say that, after some gut-wrenching backroom dealings with some shadowy Gallic extortionist engineers, you handed over a hefty ransom but to no avail. Make it plain: you're still recovering from a temporary derangement brought on by concussion and stress, and you're penniless, stone motherless broke. You've lost almost everything including your wits …
If you sell this story right, you'll be set: the second album will no longer be an issue, the obvious 'trauma' and 'the derangement' will nullify any expectation for a bankable state of recollection. Say nothing more without a lawyer present, then, in the presence of your lawyer, say even less. Develop a nervous tick, a twitch or two, and cry a lot. Become reclusive, go into hiding for a little while, resume the habit. Become a hobbit.
At this stage, enjoy the ride. With a little creative accounting, you'll literally have at least half of your third album already in the can, bought and paid for. When the time's right, after things have cooled down, simply write off that entirely fictitious,'difficult second album' completely.
Make a real song and dance about it in the press. And make a motza on it, at tax time. And then, with that big, bounteous tax return, you'll easily be able to complete the third album — not difficult — and even back the launch, financially, during the publication of your very profitable, ghost-written, best-selling, tell-all memoir — Took a Major Hit, For a Song.
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When it comes to playing a song correctly, tabs found on the Internet are the definite source of truth.
Different versions of tabs simply derive from transcribing different recordings of a song (especially ones which you might not no as the are precious bootlegs).
Variety in tabs of the same song may also reflect the author's attempt to offer different levels of complexity.
If in doubt which tab to use from the Internet, go for those that Carol Kaye posted - she wrote about 92% of them all.
If there ist no Carol Kaye tab, use the one posted before 1965 (or pre-CBS, as pros call it).
If you feel like a tab just doesn't sound like the original recording, go to see the doctors to have your ears checked or medication adjusted.
Different versions of tabs simply derive from transcribing different recordings of a song (especially ones which you might not no as the are precious bootlegs).
Variety in tabs of the same song may also reflect the author's attempt to offer different levels of complexity.
If in doubt which tab to use from the Internet, go for those that Carol Kaye posted - she wrote about 92% of them all.
If there ist no Carol Kaye tab, use the one posted before 1965 (or pre-CBS, as pros call it).
If you feel like a tab just doesn't sound like the original recording, go to see the doctors to have your ears checked or medication adjusted.
People keep pronouncing the name of Marc Bolan's group as T-Rex, whereas it was actually a marketing ploy for Trex baking fat About TREX | Low Fat Baking | Dairy Free that got out of hand and took on a life of its own when the Trex factory junior packaging supplies assistant Bolan let it go to his head.
Many bands have been sponsored at various times by food manufacturers, such as Bauhaus by Birdseye for their helpful song about fishcakes, and Primus by the Cheese Marketing Board of the USA for 'Sailing the Seas of Cheese'. The sponsorship was later withdrawn from Primus as only one of the songs on the album was cheese-related, breaking the contractual arrangement. For example, 'Eleven' was supposed to be called 7-11 and list the cheese products available in that store. And it was supposed to be 'Blue Cheese Tweakers' about production quality engineers for stilton and related cheeses.
Many bands have been sponsored at various times by food manufacturers, such as Bauhaus by Birdseye for their helpful song about fishcakes, and Primus by the Cheese Marketing Board of the USA for 'Sailing the Seas of Cheese'. The sponsorship was later withdrawn from Primus as only one of the songs on the album was cheese-related, breaking the contractual arrangement. For example, 'Eleven' was supposed to be called 7-11 and list the cheese products available in that store. And it was supposed to be 'Blue Cheese Tweakers' about production quality engineers for stilton and related cheeses.
The U-Bass originally was called the I-Bass. A flock of lawyers, paid by Apple, set this right.
A Flock of Lawyers was going to be the original name of a band until they were persuaded that the Law Society would sue and they changed it to Seagulls.
Ultravox almost got sued too, and considered a name change to UltraWEM.
Apparently when The Who had a rehearsal late last year, Roger came in late and Pete got such a shock when Roger appeared in front of him, and he yelled “Who the #$&% are you”?
When performing on stage by all means DO NOT MOVE.
Moving musicians distract the audience's attention from the intricacies of your playing.
Do not betray the audience and play the very best you can.
Put all your love and energy in your notes - don't waste any of it -not even in tapping your foot or smiling.
Remeber you were hired as a musician, not as a dancer (if in doubt check your union card and/or contract).
In that respect, music is the opposite of little girls: it should be heard, not seen.
Moving musicians distract the audience's attention from the intricacies of your playing.
Do not betray the audience and play the very best you can.
Put all your love and energy in your notes - don't waste any of it -not even in tapping your foot or smiling.
Remeber you were hired as a musician, not as a dancer (if in doubt check your union card and/or contract).
In that respect, music is the opposite of little girls: it should be heard, not seen.
The name Duran Duran came about early in the band's career. They intended to get paid twice by opening for themselves and were thus listed as Duran with Duran. The promoter caught onto the deception and made the cheque out to Duran/Duran thinking that they would not be able to cash the cheque. However, with a quick name change, the night was not a loss. The slash was later removed at the insistence of Guns and Roses "Slash will never be a part of Duran Duran!".
Total misinformation. The Ox used to bounce around a lot.
Plus he got chicks, made a fortune, learned a decent profession before he started as a musician, never had problems sticking through the mix - in fact he was a lead guitarist.
At least that's what Kenny Rogers, errr ... Loggins, nowaitaminute, Jones said.
And he should know, he's been there.
It is obvious that getting accustomed to your instrument helps you to improve musically. So even beginning bass players should consider an instrument from an accustom shop. In these workshops, experienced lutheran do much of the accustomization before the instrument is shipped (or chipped, if you prefer a reliqued look and feel).
Many American metal bands fail too make it Germany because of the wrong power chords. Make sure to use these:
This is not the only issue. As you may know, in america the current is 110 volts, but in Europe it is 220 V. Plugging an amp set for 110 V on 220 V power doubles the gain. Many band members forgot to lower their gain/volume pot when moving to Europe, which resulted in the drummer being pissed off because nobody heard him, and leaving the band.
