dave graney is a working musician. A very rare bird.

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Sunday, May 27, 2012

New album , "you've been in my mind" due in June- meanwhile sag and bloom


This article appears in the May edition of the Melbourne Review. Demands of space led to  cuts and edits. Also the subject material could have wandered occasionally into areas of specificity that casual readers might have been offended by. This is the full whack....

I wanted a sound for my electric guitar but was a little cheesed at how everybody talks about the same shit in that area. I have attitudes that have been formed over the years that affected my approach.
Basically I’m a singer. For the first couple of decades as a performer I liked to stand there at the mic and sing. I didn’t want to be stuffing around with a guitar. In the Moodists, Steve Miller had a Fender twin and Mick Turner had a small Marshall combo. They were pretty intuitive as to what they played. Somehow we arranged our one chord boogies by ear.
I should also say the Moodists were operating in the post punk scene. Guitar heroes were few . These were ours. Johnny Thunders, Steve Jones, Keith Levene, Tom Verlaine, Robert Quine, Lou Reed, Poison Ivy, Bryan Gregory, Kid Congo, Rowland Howard.
Later, after the Moodists, I wanted to be a singer songwriter in a 70s kind of way as that was the music I was tuning into.  That’s what I’ve done ever since.  I wrote songs on an acoustic guitar but usually turned them over to my band, which pretty much always had a piano, bass, guitar and drums. The guitar was always pretty trebly and clean and played with the piano. Rod Hayward and Malcolm Ross in the Coral Snakes on guitars (always Fenders) and Louis Vause and Robin Casinader on keys. The guitar didn’t have to be the central part of the sound. We always had the vocals and the rhythm section front and square. Influences from r&b I guess. I had an acoustic guitar I bought from Robert Forster from the Go betweens. A Fender acoustic. Twenty pounds it cost me. Some time in the late 80s I started to do some acoustic shows. The beginning of the vogue for all things “unplugged” I guess. I bought some crappy Ovation style copy from Dean street in London. Scratched out some performances that way. It was just a  cheap way to get around.
Some time in the late 90s, after the Coral Snakes period, I started to play electric guitar. Got myself a Harmony semi acoustic .  I should say that during this period we had started to use a lot of harmony singing and of course the sound on stage had to be controlled a lot. The volume of the guitar is always an issue with lots of open mics around. So we were always wanting the guitar amp to be at a  lower volume.
I had started to think hard about textures and sound and production and wanted to get a small combo with no piano and clean sounding guitars. A beat group. Stuart Perera played guitar, a left handed solid  body Rickenbacker. He put it through a Laney combo and still does. Billy Miller played guitar with us as well. A strat through a  Roland Jazz Chorus. I liked it all pretty loose. I played a bit of guitar then one day I put it down and found that Bill and Stuart did not know how any of my songs actually went! We had been playing songs from that songbook for a couple of years! The band needed me to play the chords!
So I have kept playing the guitar and have brought  all these attitudes to the situation. Low volume, loud lead vocal, harmonies etc.
I am also by nature a contrarian and a cheapskate. If I had tens of thousands of dollars to throw about I would not buy a guitar and an amp, I would buy a  car or something. Fix something in my house.
When I was a kid I loved those dudes like Hound dog Taylor and they all had  the cheapest gear. Punk bands like the Buzzcocks proudly had Tesco (supermarket) guitars and the Subway Sect played Fender Squires.
I also always tune out when people start to rave about “warm valve sounds”. I know, from experience, that its all true but  there are other sounds.  I mean Neil Young and The Foo Fighters might record on tape and the like but they are millionaires. End of story.
The Moodists did a reunion gig in 2005 and the young new rock sound engineer was telling our guitarist, who had his own sound and was an original gangster, to “dial some mids in”. I had to tell the young cat that the ideal sound was not always Bon Jovi or Aerosmith, this was the sound we had. Steve turned all the treble on his amp up and there it was, that spindly, loud, reverbed out Fender twin sound. The kid put his earplugs in.

That was a  reunion gig. I’d been putting out my own albums for more than 20 years in between Moodists shows. By now I had some other references for guitar sounds that I loved. Jerry Garcia, Jorma Kaukonen, John Cippolina, Ike Turner, Gatemouth Brown, Grant Green, Duane Allman, Ed King. Lots of people. American rock and jazz I guess.

So that’s where my attitude towards the sound I was looking for came in. I can’t wipe all that away from my sensibility. That’s how I ended up buying  $120 solid state Fender combo amp from ebay. It was covered in disgusting grey felt stuff. I had it replaced with Marshall tolex. (the hard black vinyl type material on those amps). Marshall people are not fender people. I was fooling with the material already. The amp had a  beautiful clean sound which is what I wanted. Only it was piercingly loud and trebley. The volume was at “1” and it was overpowering.
I became obsessed with building my own sound and scoured the online guitar forums on different subjects. Needless to say, guitar folk love to talk. All very subjective and persuasive to say the least. Also, all continually searching for their own sound or more properly, one somebody else had perfected.
My experiments led me to reach for a Sansamp, which is a pedal that came out in the 80s for studio and live use, which could approximate the sound of many different amps. Unlike the modern amp modelling pedals it was not a case of switching a button it was a pedal with many variations and combinations you could muck about with. I’d had one for twelve years and hadn’t ever really gotten to the end of it. I placed it into the effects loop of my amp. This was different to plugging it into the front. I did this because  I wanted to have the sansamp “Fender tone” effecting an actual Fender amp. I then replaced the speaker with a tech21 (the maker of Sansamps) speaker, more powerful than the amp itself. The logic being the speaker would be clean sounding to the infinite. (The overdrive channel of the amp being so metallic I was going to use an overdrive pedal).  So I had a  Fender amp and cab with tech21 in the loop and at the end.
Now I had to find the right combination and sequence to put my pedals . I was intending to play 12 sstring electric and had a “Janglebox” for compression and sparkle. The guitar went into this, then into an MXR Microamp. The Microamp gave it a bit more of a clean boost. If it was before the Janglebox its subtle effect was compressed too much and it affected the overdrive pedal which came after it. (The Janglebox and Microamp were to be “on” all the time).  I then had a “tonerider American classic” overdrive pedal for a dirty sound. Lastly there was another Tech21 pedal, an XXL overdrive. This was for total fuzzed distortion.

Having sequenced the pedals I had to work out which way to power them. The sansamp needed to be reliably “on”. When the batteries run out it is sudden, don’t want that to happen at a   gig. So I thought I’d get some power to the pedals. This involved a  bit of research and, eventually, three power plugs as the Sansamp and the Janglebox both require the power lead to be positively tipped. (one male and one female) All other pedals being usually negative tipped.
While looking into this I ventured once more into the world of online opinion and critiquing of the electric guitar experience. The language was pretty amazing- occasionally. I came across the terms “sag” and “”bloom”. Using a  valve amp, there is a  kind of power compression when a note is hit hard and the amp can’t respond straight away. Being valves, they behave differently to solid state circuits. The power “sags” and then gathers and “blooms”, becoming louder and more resonant. Sag and Bloom. Like a  couple of Jewish entertainment lawyers. I was reading this stuff and really almost getting it. Then I had to investigate power further as the Janglebox was very noisy being plugged into mains power. I learned that people preferred batteries in the studio for a better sound but mains power at gigs where reliability had to be uppermost. The sound was better with batteries. New batteries? Well with that question a new rabbit hole appeared when a fellow opined that the “sweetest” sound he’d ever heard was when he used batteries that were just about to run out. Carbon batteries too, whatever they were. I left the building at this stage, happy with the sound I had been able to chase down, ready to go and play and record. Guitar and combo amp still pretty much weighing in the same. Leaving them to all their endless talk.


Post script- now I need an ABY pedal to drive two amps


Thursday, May 24, 2012

video clip for "flash in the pantz"

I'm playing my OLP MM12 twelve string. Stuart Perera is on his solid body Rickenbacker that he's been playing since he joined us in 1998, Stu Thomas is on his P bass and Clare is playing the house kit with her cymbals and Brady snare. The songs is called "flash in the pantz". Its an edited version of the song that appears on the album. Cut from 4:49 down to 3:26. Lost half my guitar solo in the middle and all of it at the end.





The album "you've been in my mind is coming out June 15th. 12 tracks plus three demo versions of songs on the cd . The itunes version won't have those demos but will have "king of the dudes" and two remixes of oldr songs I've done. I just wanted to have another pass at them. One is "sometimes you can see yourself" from 2005's "hashish and liquor" and the other is "midnight to Dawn" which was on 2003's "the brother who lived" and also remixed for 2010's "supermodified". I never quite thought I'd gotten the right balance in the mix and I love the song.
I thought I'd concentrated too much on the vocals and not the drums. I got it bangin' this time. Also, to make it a real remix I got Henry wagons to have a  pass at a verse and he sings it out of the park!

"You've been in my mind" is a guitar jam album. Pop rock blasts with a  band totally rocking at their peak.


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

new album out mid June - "you've been in my mind"


you've been in my mind will be a 12 track cd.

dave graney-mostly electric 12 string guitar through his hotrodded fender solid state combo and also a  fender twin.close miked and room miked.





clare moore-gretsch drum kit and vocals.

stu thomas-fender p bass through an avalon preamp and vocals.

stuart perera-left handed solid bodied rickenbacker through his laney valve combo as well as a Vox ac30.close and room miked.




recorded by andrew "idge" hehir.





mixed by dave graney

cover by tony mahony

mastered by greg wadley
out on cockaigne in mid june
distributed by fuse music



blues negative
flash in the pantz
field record me
we need  a champion
I don't wanna know myself
cop this,sweetly
life's a dream
playin' chicken
mt gambier night
midnight cats
mistral
I'm not the guy I tried to be
The cd will also have three extra tracks.Early demo version of "cop this sweetly", " we need a  champion" and "I don't wanna know myself". All instruments played by dave graney and clare moore.

the digital version will feature other, exclusive tracks but not the three demo songs.

http://www.thedavegraneyshow.com

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

flash in the pantz - digital single out now

flash in the pantz is the first single from the forthcoming album by dave graney and the mistLY (aka the lurid yellow mist). The album is full of pop rock sensation, flash and drama and the mistLY fire at will with a simple but totally drilled arsenal of two electric guitars, bass and drums. And lashings of vocals. The album, “you’ve been in my mind”, will be the first set of new dave graney songs since “knock yourself out” in 2009. The album will be out in June and live dates will follow.

 “flash in the pantz is a song about being a man. I love all those songs on the subject by Muddy Waters and Bo Diddley and thought I’d add one of mine to the pile. It’s got real big chunky major chords and rolling tom toms under all the voices in the chorus. A big beat song. I heard a woman caller on sports radio dismiss a player as a “flash in the pantz” and took off from there. Like a lot of my songs it starts from somewhere stupid and goes off somewhere else. I thought, are we not all the result of a couple of people having a flash in the pantz?” dave graney


 “flash in the pantz” is a digital only single and is available now. “you’ve been in my mind” will be released digitally and on cd out on Cockaigne in June -touring nationally in July. Fuse distribution. http://www.thedavegraneyshow.com



flash in the pantz- lyrics 
I’m a man, I reach for a hammer first
and if that fails, that fails
we’ll gather up the pieces and stare at them a while
we could’ve waited but we don’t wait
we don’t wait

if it moves, bash it forward
always seems to be a good idea
flash in the pantz

I’m a man , I do the seein’
you’re lookin’ at me! I see you lookin’ at me
you don’t see me lookin’ at you
I’m a man, I do the seein’
and the lookin’

if it moves, bash it forward
always seems to be a good idea
flash in the pantz

I’m a man
I’m a  man
flash in the pantz

(dave graney)

dave graney and the mistLY
Thursday 19th July - Lizottes, Kincumber
Friday 20th July- Lizottes, Newcastle
Saturday 21st July - Notes Live, Newtown

Sunday 22nd July Lizottes Dee Why



Sunday, April 15, 2012

harry howard and the NDE - "near death experience"






Harry Howard is an old friend who we started to play bass and drums with about 18 months ago. He was in Crime and the City Solution and These Immortal Souls and then Pink Stainless Tail. We knew him in Melbourne in the early 80s and then in London.
Edwina Preston plays organ and sings too.
We started working on his songs and pretty quickly we did some gigs and then an album. It was easy for us to tune in to the material. We kind of spoke the same language.











The album is called "Near Death Experience" and is out on Spooky records.




http://www.spookyrecords.com/NDE.html


You can hear some of the music via Bandcamp too.



http://harryhowardandthende.bandcamp.com/





Of course the album was written and recorded during the time when Harrys brother , Rowland, was ill and died but the title does not just allude to that experience. Harry had some health issues of his own.

Harry plays a Gretsch Astrojet through a homemade amp which is in a cabinet of bare, unvarnished wood.





Edwina plays an old organ and a Stylophone, an instrument pimped by Rolf Harris on kids tv in the 70s.










They are a formidable frontline. Clare Moore and I have the luxury of sitting up the back and just following orders.









I play a Steinberger copy bass. An instrument I acquired knowing full well it carries a serious charge of negative aesthetic power.









We are playing shows around Melbourne and , hopefully, further out over the next few months.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

KING OF THE DUDES- lyrics and studio approach

KING OF THE DUDES


If there was a town
If there was a city
If there was a world worth lordin’ it over
I would be there ignoring one and all
Cool as spreading fern
King of the dudes
Deep in imperial splendour
You can call me king of the dudes
I sit under the cool canopy of a perfumed tree
Sippin licorice tea
I shun the trouble of conversation
The displeasure of memory
The vanity of thought
I would be there ignorin’ one and all
King of the dudes
Ah yeah
Cool as spreadin fern
Derangement of the body and mind?
No!
I would know the race!
Hypocritical politeness
Slavery of civilization
Love
Drugs
Spirituous liquors excite only disgust
I would be there ignorin’ one and all
King of the dudes



http://itunes.apple.com/au/album/king-of-the-dudes/id505021621?i=505021623

or get the full AIFF version here

http://davegraney1.bandcamp.com/





I played electric and acoustic guitar and pressed play on the rhythm machine. I recorded the rhythm track after Id done all the guitars and set it to the tempo of the click track. It’s a 90s electro groove that I recorded with effects and cut it up and used fills to vary it here and there. I am no expert at that sort of stuff and seemed to get lucky.
I bounced the whole rhythm track through a tape simulator with lots of slap delay, wow and flutter and noise dialled in to give it some weirdness and grit and then used that as a stereo track again. I then put some of those elements back in without all the delay to get some punchiness back in to the mix.
The lyric was written ages ago. A long time ago. I have a folder of scribbled and printed pages called “old shit?” I found it scribbled on a crumbled up page. “King of the dudes”. I added a few lines here and there.
The title was inspired by a fellow called Evander Berry Wall who was known as “king of the dudes”.

http://www.nysun.com/on-the-town/king-of-the-dudes/15834/

I read a lot about those late 19th century American robber baron types. I found them fascinating as they were so far from my world. From a time when the super rich paid no taxes and were laws unto themselves. Diamond Jim Brady, the Pittsburgh Millionaires, Lucius Beebe, The Gettys, the Vanderbilts, the Hearsts. They seemed exotic and comedic. Silly! We knew better.
Now that kind of super rich class is back in town. All over the world. So the title seemed to have some juice to it.

The song is more about being away from the world. Being a writer and an observer and feeling powerful, having the right to call out and name everything in sight. Away from the numbers. Of course, you have to rejoin the fray eventually- the social world.




Look out for us playing at the Spiegeltent Sunday March 25th at 5pm

Friday, March 9, 2012

a trip to hobart -melbourne review story- spiegeltent sunday march 25th



This article appears in the latest issue of the Melbourne Review. In edited form of course as I lairize a bit too much here. It is the full wack again here though...


Hobart.Its a different joint every time you step onto the island. Every time you turn around! Sometimes it’s a very sophisticated scene, other times, a world of sleepy thugs. Not very scary though as , you know, I’m from Melbourne. The flight over was strange. I walked up the gangway and watched the pilot washing the window of the plane. At least he didn’t get a squeegee out like he was in a gas station. Two extremely tall men were last to get on. A voice from nowhere was announcing their presence as they walked up the plane. They squeezed into a couple of sets back behind and across from me. Then the “voice” appeared at eye level to me. A Person Of Restricted Growth. With a very loud, deep, rasping voice . He climbed in between two old ladies with a few apologies that would not have been out of place in the rural 1940s and then sat perched high on his seat. His legs were not in proportion to the rest of him and didn’t reach the floor. The two tall men behind kept ragging him and touching his crusty baseball cap and he said something along the lines of “strike me lucky! Its gonna be outta control dealin’ with these jokers for the whole trip! “ Something like that anyway. Colloquial antiquities abounded. The show was on for young and old let me tell you! The old ladies giggled, kind of pleased to be supporting players to a bunch of recognizeable, old school blokes. As the flight took off the loud voiced man had a VB in his hand as soon as he could and proceeded to burp very loudly. As if he was in a shearing shed or work lunchroom. Only this time there were women around. Ducks on the pond! Didn’t seem to phase him though. He carried on regardless. A trouper. As we flew in to touch down he and the old lady were both deep into nodding tut tutting agreement about some politically correct bureaucratic bungling that was impinging upon the world as they experienced it. Madness - but what can you do?
I took a bus to the venue. I was staying in a room above the stage.

I went for a walk to the harbour to buy some fish and chips from one of the punts there. On the way a young sheila smiled and winked at me. On the way back another young bird gave me a flying flirt from a passing car. Of course I pulled my gut in and walked a little lighter. Like I still had it. At this stage, that sort of interaction is odd and seldom. Maybe they don't have enough men in Hobart?
Seemed like a bit of a ghost town, something must be on! Suits me as I’m feeling a little ghostly.
Spent most of my time in my room playing guitar and reading a book by Paul Theroux about a modern day grand tour around the Mediterranean. Where was I?
The next day I went for another walk around the town. It was cold and wet. Hobart always turns it on for me. Last two times there I have been chesty, phlegmy, feverish and always walking headlong on into an Antarctic wind. This time I was in rude health and the wind was light. I find an apple. I always look for them in the apple isle. I feel it’s my duty. They are not easy to find though, as if the locals are ashamed of them and shush them under the couch when vistors are on the scene.

Poncey Melbourne aquaintances have yelled at me about the new art museum in Hobart. I have nothing but time here but don’t take the opportunity to take the ferry to MONA. Yeah, I’m a philistine. Guilty. I’ll make the trip one day, when I have even more time to fill up, is that more positive? I enjoy the freakiness of Hobart itself. Just being there. I’ve read lots of great stories written about the island. Christopher Kochs’ “the Double Man” being my favourite. Witchcraft, dope and folk rock. I love those flavours. When I get to the end of the kinks that abound in Tasmania I’ll get on the ferry and avail myself of the freaked collection at the gallery. That’s my story!

At the soundcheck I made the young soundman work hard. I had an exciter for my acoustic guitar and was trying to get the instrument and my voice as loud as possible in the room. I was also trying to get it loud and present enough coming back to me through the foldback so that it would be exciting to me as well. Not so loud that I didn’t sing with enough gut though. Took a longer than usual check for me to get happy with the setup. With my band I’m usually a bit slack in this attention to the onstage sound. Trying to get in the habit of getting it right. Using a house sound guy, you have to express yourself clearly as to what you want. I tell him I do a lot of picking but want all the dynamics so don’t compress it. I also say I want the lyrics to be heard. He tells me to sing out. I say that the way I am talking is about the level that I will be singing at, I am like a talking blues type of a singer. He nods like he knows what I’m talking about.

I chat with him after the check as I drink a glass of pop. He tells me he is in a band, a “heavy band”. “Whoop dee doo” I think to myself, somewhere deeply removed from the world. He proceeds to detail their activities and how he has been in the studio with them and he has been playing guitar and also engineering. He is mixing this gig and also did one at the wharves during the afternoon. I nod politely. A fellow comes up to ask me to sign a book he has bought. The young mixer asks me if I am from Hobart. I say “no”.
I’m getting the feeling I’m not really present or connecting with people on the ground on this trip. Getting a drink from the barmaid, she asks for assurance that I am with the band. I reassure her. Just doin’ her job, like every security guard in the world giving adults the shits in a club after 10pm. As if they were all drunken 16 year olds. I go back up to my room and watch a bit of bad tv. It seems worse than ever.
I come down again and start to do a couple of sets. I am alone with my songs and an acoustic. Takes me a few songs to dig into the right tempo and intensity of playing. When you start to play a solo gig , after playing with a band a lot, you try to fill up all the noise a bit too much. Strumming and singing out, getting some smoke and noise happening. I started out pretty low key. The fellow who’d wanted me to sign a book had mentioned some songs he liked. I did them first up. The first time I’d touched them in years. “I’m just havin’ one of those lives” and “ a million dollars in a red velvet suit”.
I walk through the two one hour sets, enjoying myself and visiting all kinds of tunes I normally can’t accesss with my band. Yes, I am otherwise being held prisoner.

Making the most of this tiny rush for freedom I play all kinds of tunes and feels and get to enjoy the picking and singing and groaning. Sick skills. After the show I walk upstairs and read myself to sleep.
The next morning I get a cab to the airport. I see a table load of African Americans in the food area and gravitate towards them. People from the real world. I enjoy a coffee and a literary journal I have brought with me in my bag and ascertain that they are the band members for the Pointer Sisters and that they had played at the casino last night. As I walk to the plane I hear a familiar sound, “the voice” appears in the queue along with his too tall buddies, all cracking up at some pedestrian bloke shit that a normal person would have stepped over pretty easily. I also see the Pointer Sisters themselves sitting amongst the waiting passengers for their flight to Sydney. All huge sunglasses and floppy bohemian hats. Later that night I hear that one of them has been arrested on drugs charges, in the USA. But!!! Turns out to be a missing, errant, wayward sister. I feel for them all. Sisters and Brothers, waving to each other.
A fugitive couple sat next to me and sneezed and coughed their way through the flight. I sat sideways, dodging microbial foam and spray.
I grabbed my guitar and took a bus and a train to the hills. At the train station there was another Person of Restricted Growth at the bottom of the escalator. This one had hipster glasses and a rockabilly hairdo. Melbourne style. Got off the train at my stop and walked up the hills. Hadn’t really talked to anyone for a couple of days but had sung my life out for two hours the night before. Sat around in an empty, quiet house, taking the silence as it was. Happy to be within a night of no appointments or places to be. I’d already started the sweet slide downhill to the changing of the years.



Digital single available now from itunes

http://itunes.apple.com/au/album/king-of-the-dudes/id505021621?i=505021623

Full AIFF version available via Bandcamp also

http://davegraney1.bandcamp.com

Next show in Melbourne is Sunday March 25th at the Spiegeltent which is outside the arts centre. 5pm show...