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Two albums in 2019. ONE MILLION YEARS DC by Dave Graney and Clare Moore and ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? from Dave Graney and the mistLY. WORKSHY - 2017 memoir out on Affirm Press. Let's get Tight - 2017 CD with Clare Moore. Moodists - Coral Snakes - mistLY. I don’t know what I am and don’t want to know any more than I already know. I aspire, in my music , to 40s B Movie (voice and presence) and wish I could play guitar like Charlie Christian or Grant Green -but not in this lifetime, I know.

Monday, December 9, 2019

Dental Notes


I have a story in the latest issue of The Adelaide Review.  It's a pretty unique publication. Free but full of writing and ideas on politics, art , music, culture and food. 

It comes out every month in a beautiful paper edition. This is the full text of what I wrote. (Not always space for my freewheeling style on the paper page)

DENTAL NOTES

I wrote this in a dentists chair, on my mind. Through my mind.
Its about five days later, I hope I got it down right. I meant to write - I hope I get it down right. I suppose it’s a kind of a translation.
I wrote several songs too. But I keep forgetting to catch them.
One of those things, if you’re a songwriter – or any kind of writer, when you have no pen or paper around, ideas are guaranteed to come to you. I read that Thomas Hardy once wrote with a burnt stick on some dry leaves as he was compelled to get something off his mind and onto a page.
The dentist is in outer South Eastern Melbourne. I used to go to one in the inner city, recommended by a friend but that was when I lived in Zone One. I’ve been living in what was once Zone Three for two decades. This dentist  was recommended by friends from across the other side of the highway, music related people too. They said this practitioner looked like a member of Charlies Angels, the modern version. We laughed, though I only knew of Drew Barrymore from that series, she has the most classic nose of all recent Hollywood women. Classic as in Ancient Grecian. They meant to liken this person an actor of more Asian ethnicity.
So I’ve been going to this dentist for a while. I wouldn’t say “frequenting” as that is not a good description of my relativity to her business.
As a kid I hated the dentist so much. The pain was unbearable, but it may have been the noise, the smell and the sight of the needles that added extra energy to the whole evil sensation. It was operatic. Grand guignol. I remember making a scene at the barbers in Mt Gambier when I was a kid too, I kicked Vic Gentile in the shins and yelled us out of the place. My dad was shocked and apologetic to the barber. It must have been the chair, so similar to the dental swivelling high seat.
So here I was, in one of the few moments a modern man can get totally cut off from the webs and intrigues of life and its cyber ghostings. I was laying back in the chair and the assistant had her two hands near my mouth and the Dentist had her fancy little binoculars on and tools in both hands. I had some gel which came before the needle and also continuous gas.
There was a tv screen above me with subtitles and also music playing. The last time I was here it was a unified broadcast of audio and video, Air Supply Live. This time she had me watching The Block and listening to a playlist of MOR 80s hits.
I had breakfasted that morning on porridge and tea with an orange and some textual roughage  by Jonathan Swift from 1703. I had finished Gullivers Travels and was on to The Tale Of A Tub. His writing had really enlivened my mind, my inner monologue.  The Tale Of A Tub begins with a roundabout dedication and then an even longer runup to a preface where he begins to talk of “critics” and other writers. His tone is high and playful. He nails everybody and everything.
I lay back there with my mouth open and the gas flowing free and the lights and four hands about my mouth. The song playing was Paul Youngs version of “Wherever I lay My Hat”. It was peak sludge. Over produced over teched 80s UK beige soul. Every sound in isolation, all together. Music made for nodding, imperial radio programming straw men. No drummers, perfect machined rhythms set to an exact code. It was a period when I lived in the UK and that whole sheened era  seemed to go far longer than it actually did. No escape from it. No wonder the Smiths and Dinosaur Junior and House music hit so hard.
The Block was on above me on the screen. Some drama had been confected about tradies and budgets and materials and a deadline for someone’s renovation. I thought of the hotel in St Kilda where the show had last been and how all the poor tenants had been kicked out and they still sleep on the street directly across the road from their former home rooms.
The politics of it was horrible and blatant. Now I was watching them blow up some other situation. The leading man is a fat everyman who has been recently hired by the actual government to head some sort of policy team in regard to skills training. The television personality hired by the former advertising and marketing man who is now PM. How shallow our country had become? The music changed to Go West “The King Of Wishful Thinking”.
The intimacy of dental work! People inside your mouth for an hour or so. She was very good.
Did I mention I also wrote several songs as well as this text I am relaying here. Still getting a feint signal. Worrying me that I missed a beat. “Is it happening? The long fade?”
I had heard that morning about Kanye West and his gospel album. I wondered if he had ever been any good. I had heard one track I had liked, about being with his family. He’s been elevated to a level of celebrity from which there’s no coming back. There’s no possible reverberation for his sounds. Everything distorted and crushed, as if its come from deep at the bottom of the ocean. With added Kenny G! Hey, he’s no Tupac anyway. No Bob Marley. No Nas or Lil Wayne. They come with a charge. Of specific locale and accent. Cadence. Kanye might even be good but it all comes through this filtering and serious compression from deep inside the wheels of synthesized meat.
Yes, this chair and being held down here by these technicians climbing on me; waving mirrors and pliers was giving me some time to think on things. Is that how you have to do it nowadays? Get kidnapped and strung up and your mouth painted in gels and lit by stage lights so you can get some time alone?
After two hours I got up out of the chair, went and paid and drove off to a rehearsal with the NDE. My wallet was glowing red in my pocket as if it held some piece of enriched plutonium.
Later, I tried to get back into that mouthwashed, laidback, anaesthetized flow. To catch these free flowing thoughts. I had to battle the interference all around. Dental notes.

A week after that  I was back in the chair. Only an hour in the zone this time. It’s quite addictive. Gas, gel, needle. “You okay David?”
“’yeah…”.
It didn’t take long to get back into the flow. The zone.

How many times have I been to the dentist in my life? A dozen?
The experience as a child and as a young man and now as a vintage gent.
I wanted to be brave, I didn’t want to hurt my mother. I didn’t want her to see me cry.
The experience is so primal.
Primal.
I use words like I know what they mean.
“Mean”, what does that “mean?” Have I looked it up in a dictionary? Have I memorized it?
Who am I to be wielding these words so loosely?
She is really digging in. An attendant on the other side with a suction tube and passing instruments and materials. They speak in English and Chinese. Cantonese? Mandarin?
She asks me how I’m going.
I’m being brave.
She is about to put a crown on a back tooth. She puts a mirror in my hand so I can look at the crown itself. She says she has tried to match it with my front teeth. I was meaning to get them cleaned and whitened.
I wave my hand in dismissal as if to say “it’s cool, just fix it…”
I worry that I have upset her. Was she up all night at the fireplace fashioning this crown with a nailfile and some sort of buffing material? Matching the colour?
Seriously, who is ever going to look inside my mouth to see a back molar? Except for her, or another dentist?
The Block is on again. These disgusting people are selling their renovated apartments in Grey street St Kilda to some other disgusting types. Each goes for well over three million dollars. They all act as if they’d won a lottery. The place is in the part of St Kilda that still has some streetwalking sex workers and is otherwise a haven for backpackers.
I gaze through my fogged eyes at the screen as the music plays some 70s soft rock, normally my favourite. Today it was Don McLean singing Starry Starry Eyes. He is no David Gates. Lets leave it at that. Those who know- know.
The disgusting buyers. I wonder if they will eventually extend the depth field of the show to make it all about the buyers with all the predictable drama of the couples renovating the properties way in the background (everybody has been there and seen that shit- so they have a gay couple and some non anglos- they’re all still disgusting) and make the show about the people wanting into these hideous nouveau, tricked up dumps. Some could be filthy rich, some just reps for overseas investers (send a crew over “there” to get intel on them) , some going through forensic interviews with bank managers (send a crew to background them as well). It would then telescope in at the end to an orderly scrum at the auctions.
I mostly still hate Scott Cam the overweight everyman tradie who hosts the show and is now employed by the government. He is a tradie to our country.
I rise from my chair and drift to the counter where I see so many zeroes float in front of my eyes I realize why she wanted me to at least take a  look at the crown she’d made. By the fireplace the night before.
It was quite valuable.




Dec 20th Dave Graney and Clare Moore inducted into AMC SA Hall of Fame in Adelaide and then a duo show at the Jade Monkey.


Feb 7th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Hardys Bay Club, Central Coast NSW


Feb 9th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Smiths in Canberra with Coral Snake Robin Casinader joining them on mellotron. 


Feb 22nd , Mona Foma, Hobart 1pm show

Feb 23rd , Longley, Tasmania 2pm show


Dave Graney solo dates in WA in February.



Album #2 for 2019 ONE MILLION YEARS DC by Dave Graney and Clare Moore
ONE MILLION YEARS DC by Dave Graney and Clare Moore   




ONE MILLION YEARS DC is the title for the new album credited to Dave Graney and Clare Moore.
Its album #2 for 2019.
11 tracks recorded and mixed at the Ponderosa in Melbourne.



Monday, December 2, 2019

SA MUSIC HALL OF FAME Dec 20th in Adelaide


Clare Moore and myself are being inducted into the South Australian Music Hall Of Fame Dec 20th . There will be a formal event and then we will play a show at the Jade Monkey in Adelaide.  
We are very pleased about all of this. Very happy to be so honoured. 


We came back to Melbourne from NSW feeling very upbeat but also very much effected by being in such smoky environments for a week or so. We both sounded like we had head colds and then actually developed something very much like that. Must have been fatigue. We had a couple more dates to do. 

There was a show on the ABC about the 90s tv show Recovery which we watched in our beaten up states. We had appeared on the show in every year of the three it was on and in one episode, played three songs. Our old friend Tony Mahony was very involved in the look of the show. We didn't feature in this brutally revisionist show, it stayed closely to the tracks of what "90s" Australian music has come to be represented as  and tv people who later blew up big like Rove McManus and film people like Leigh Whannell were given much air time.

Oh well. History belongs to the winners. This clip was recorded very early one morning for the show. That daay we also performed The Confessions Of Serge Gainsbourg and I'm Gonna Live In My Own Big World.



I twisted my ankle on the day before the Melbourne gig which was to be at Birds Basement.
This is an amazing room in the city. Such great equipment and sight lines and video screens and seats for all. Top shelf entertainment.
Melbourne has had nothing like it since the Continental in the 90s.
I was feeling the smoke damage and limping but Dr Footlights and the great sound in the room helped the gig immensely. 





We played two sets of music from the two albums we have released this year. That was it.Bam!
People were there from Japan, Edinburgh, Cairns, Sydney, Hobart and from Melbourne.  

There were tables butting right up to the lip of the stage. One right in front of me had a bunch of those blowhard Melbourne people who think they run the scene. So far up themselves they haven't seen daylight for years. Their faces- they were off them. No stamina. Dry bobs. Jaded bums. They left after the first set. 

You Can't Have Your Boogie.  



The next day Clare Moore and I drove to Yea where there was a gig to do with Alyce Platt. This was in  a marquee tent outside Yea in a  place called Strath Creek. Alyce entertained the crowd of country folk like a true professional.

We stayed the night in Yea and drove on to Beechworth where  Clare and I did a vibes and guitar gig in a lovely hotel called Tanswells. It was still quite close combat but we had a reckless feeling that it was the end of a years playing and I told the audience that. The rules of engagement were ours to set down. We played two sets of songs from the two current albums and some from 2014 and 2017 and 1995 and 2001. Sounded great to me. Though I was freewheeling it like a resistance comrade.

Beechworth is a very pretty National Trust town. People are quite sophisticated. The Good Life abounds.

I had a strong vision during the show about the intensity and power musicians have to possess at their call. People drift in and out of the room you are in and also in and out of your life. They are wandering eyes and ears and their attention is cheaply bought for the most part. Still, when they wander back in you have to be delivering the noise and the pain at that same power and intensity. They get to wander, you get to focus and burn. You make it look easy. Mostly, they can't tell the difference. You can't let that kind of thought distract you. You also imagine them stronger and more interesting. Sometimes all this slides in and meshes all together. For everybody.

That night in Beechworth there was a metal fest just up the road in a beautiful hall and a Baroque string quartet playing in another hall right next to that. We were staying upstairs at Tanswells and so were most of the metal bands and also some of the grey haired motorbike riders who had followed us accidentally from Yea. We stayed up for a while talking with fellow musicians from the metal fold. I love the intensity metal fans bring to music and the way they elevate the bands. Also the way they are all so happy and the bands support each other. Here is who played.


Clare liked the band name I HAVE A GOAT. I preferred BASTARDIZER.




It was a great way to end the year. Thanks to everybody who has come to our show and forked out for the albums we have made. I am so happy with them , especially ONE MILLION YEARS DC which I consider my strongest ever set of songs. 















Dec 20th Dave Graney and Clare Moore inducted into AMC SA Hall of Fame in Adelaide at the Jade Monkey.

Feb 7th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Hardys Bay Club, Central Coast NSW

Feb 9th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Smiths in Canberra with Coral Snake Robin Casinader joining them on mellotron.

Feb 22nd , Mona Foma, Hobart 1pm show Feb 23rd , Longley, Tasmania 2pm show

Dave Graney solo dates in WA in February.

Sunday, November 24, 2019

One Million Shows DC



We have had a very intense time of total music immersion over the last while. There was our residency at the Jazz Lab which was a wonderful experience. A great room in Brunswick run by the people who had Bennetts lane as Melbournes premiere jazz club in the city for decades. They had a backline available and we used very few mics, playing at a  low volume. Clare took her vibes in for some of the dates and we went through a lot of material.
On the second week we had some logistical issues as we had been booked to do a tv date which will be broadcast in 2020 with the Coral Snakes. This involved us learning some tunes from a certain pop decade and casting them within our "sound". Rod Hayward really stepped up for this project and we rehearsed one day then filmed it and then high tailed it across town to the Jazz lab.

That night was also pretty amazing because a man who has been attending our shows and aware of our music since the early 80s days of the Moodists beckoned me to his table after we played and gestured toward a guitar case, saying that he had an instrument which had been gathering dust in his office for a few years and that he'd like me to have it..
I was very taken aback and couldn't accept it but he insisted and after a few awkward moments I got used to the idea.
A beautiful early 2000s Japanes remake of a D'Angelico New Yorker. I have never had such a gorgeous instrument. Such art deco stylings!
Thank you so much Ron and Pam!


We then moved on to  a weekend of duo shows up in Brisbane at the Junk Bar. Such a great venue, wish there were more of them around the country. We hired a set of vibes from a local player and made show.


I  also ran into one of my oldest friends David Edwards who I went to Catholic primary school and high school with in Mt Gambier. He and his wife Julie are among my oldest and best friends.



We returned to Melbourne and commenced learning a rehearsing a lot of material with Harry Howard and Edwina Preston  to perform as the NDE - backing band for Kid Congo. I felt bad taking Pink Monkey Bird bass player Kiki's gig and apologized via social media and he gave his blessing so I was happier. 
Here we are at rehearsal and Clare is wearing Kids cape. 



We rehearsed without Kid at first and then a couple of times when he arrived. We played at the launch of Doug Gailbraiths book on Kim Salmon at the Memo Music Hall. We did a set with the mistLY and Kim played a fantastic set with the Surrealists (Stu Thomas and Phill Collings). This is my favourite era of Kims music - everything post Scientists. They played a blazing set which included several new songs that Kim is releasing on a  seven inch soon. One of the longest running friendships among our peers. Kim, Clare and I go way back to being fellow artists on the early Au Go Go records through to being label mates on Universal in the 90s and playing in his madcap heavy metal orchestra SALMON in the 2000's and recording the two Darling Downs albums at our studio and Clare doing keys and vibes on THE BUSINESS in the late 90s. A real inspiration. 


We also all played at River Rocks in Geelong. They only had ORANGE amps which confused Kid and Harry (and me).  The audience looked like truckers and they wanted to Rock. Great to see Geelong come out for some music.
The last show was a packed out Wednesday night at the Curtin Band Room. Many faces appeared at this gig such as Anita Lane who took this excellent photo of myself and Clare from side of stage.



Playing with Kid Congo was a wonderful experience. he is a great bandleader in the style of Count Basie. By that I mean no angst and lots of room for peoples personailities. (A favourite story of Count Basie is when he was asked how he'd like to be remembered. A very long pause and then... "Nice guy!" Also, when they tried to get every jazz musician in NYC together for one photo one MORNING in Harlem, he said "my guys don't stop pukin' before noon!") 
It is also amazing to see teh cross generational pull of teh music he has been involved in. All over the world people go nuts for the Cramps and the Gun Club. A secret portal to rock'n'roll power.

Phillip Berry also made the scene. She awlways makes us up the ante in the posing stakes.



The very next day Clare and I got into our van and drove toward Wollongong where we played in a beautiful room in the Town Hall called the Music Lounge. As 70s teens who loved the comedic figure Norman Gunston and Auntie Jack we were honoured to feature in "Whats On In Wollongong" in the paper.


We went for a walk the next day and ran into Dave Kettley from the New Christs/Radio Birdman who took us to a nice waterfront cafe for some java.


The next days show was a house concert to about 40 people in Nowra. So well organized by a  musician called Paul Greene who got the sound together and cooked a three course meal and seated everybody as his three year old daughter ran all about his legs at the same time.  It was a really nice experience, rooms like this are usually for pretty generic roots artists and we really bring a tangy, fruity game to proceedings. We are losing all the worries about people wanting us to play familiar material as we find people dig it as long as you present it right and play well.

Clare returned to Melbourne to play at Reservoir Stomp with her band the Routines, who are led by the enigmatic Jane Dust and feature Emily Jarett and Will (Wam) Hindmarsh (aka Twinkledigitz)  from Go Go Sapien.



 I stayed in NSW and travelled to play a solo show at the Gasoline Pony in Marickville. I played two sets from 5pm and the room was fantastic. Many old friends came out for the sold out gig.



I drove to Melbourne (12 hours) the next day  and had a day of rest (watched a Harold and Kumar movie) before we flew to the Gold Coast and hired a car to play for two nights in Lismore. This town is usually dealing with rising river levels and had a tremendous flood from which it is still recovering in 2017. Now this semi tropical beautiful green area is on fire! Climate change of course, Smoky air all around. 

We played two nights in a  wonderful room called the Dusty Attic. the green rom at the back was even bigger and beter and perhaps they'll expand into it. 



Playing shows you meet people who have crossed paths - kind of - in the past  in many different ways.
I met this woman who was a child when her parents helped my sister Marianne and her husband Ian build their house on property they bought near the national forest in Timboon.


We drove to Currumbin near the Gold Coast. Fatigue was setting in and just dealing with an hour time difference between these two states was proving difficult. The Gold Coast has always been problematic to play in. This venue was amazing, a Grand Designs kind of converted series of warehouses run by really lovely people and it was full. My audience is pretty unique , vintage people but a lot of blue collar men. People like me I guess! The sound in this place was perfect for our duo. A highlight of the set was a little house dog called Minty venturing onto the stage and stopping to have a staring contest with me before the applause frightened him off.



We had to drive to Grafton in NSW the next day, a trip that should take three hours. Fires were all around though and the main highway was closed so it looked as if we'd have to drive around the fire,  taking seven hours in all. To get back to Melbourne after that would require a gig and then getting up to drive at 4am to get to the airport. Luckily the highway opened but it was still 80ks all the way and the smoke in the air was terrible. Hot, humid and smoky.




The show in Grafton was in a delightful volunteer run community theatre. This was sold out also. We again played two sets  and met some really great people. (The place had been suggested by Marty Williams - another ex Mt Gambier high school friend)

Thanks to everybody who came and to all the people creating interesting and unique performing experiences in regional Australia!



2019 shows
Thursday November 28th Dave Graney and the mistLY at Birds Basement jazz club in Melbourne.

Saturday Nov 30th Tanswells, Beechworth 

Dec 20th Dave Graney and Clare Moore inducted into AMC SA Hall of Fame in Adelaide at the Jade Monkey.

Feb 7th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Hardys Bay Club, Central Coast NSW

Feb 9th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Smiths in Canberra with Coral Snake Robin Casinader joining them on mellotron. 

Feb 22nd , Mona Foma, Hobart 1pm show

Feb 23rd , Longley, Tasmania 2pm show

Dave Graney solo dates in WA in February.


Monday, November 11, 2019

Is That What You Did?

Dave Graney and Clare Moore are honoured to have been chosen to be inducted into the Adelaide Music Club SA MUSIC HALL OF FAME Dec 20th at the Jade in Adelaide. There will be a duo performance after the formal proceedings. Tickets here.



Sometimes I presume too much. I presume things about people and the extent of their interests in things or their interest in general.
I’ve always been a musician and have been interested and obsessed with music people and music lives. Techniques of playing, recording, projecting and questions like “what is a success?” or “what is a career?” 


This is problematic when having to release music into the wider world. Because it's wide open now, baby. And flat as a tack. And then the question of whether to reproduce it exactly or treat it as a piece that is your own context or the context of the chaotic stream of pop music. (And you might know I consider it to be working in Pop Ruins.)

So we had our time in the Moodists – which was mostly spent in the UK and Europe and had distinct periods of development with itself. We were one of the earliest releases on Au Go Go Records out of Melbourne. We played at the farewell Melbourne gigs of the Go Betweens and the Laughing Clowns and the last Australian gigs of the Birthday Party (whom we’d seen develop from the four piece Boys Next Door onwards). We played with the Scientists and knew the Triffids when they first came to Melbourne from Perth in 1982. That’s our kind of groundwater. Clare Moore and myself. before that we’d known lives in South Australia and Adelaide.

I liked to be a standup singer. Like Jim Morrison. No guitar. I wrote songs but didn’t really have an instrument or think about performing with one.

Then there was London life and starting up thinking about being some kind of “Elektra singer songwriter”- by which I mean an east Coast American flavoured urban guy with a great band. Fred Neil. Lou Reed solo. Tim Rose. 1987. That’s what I wanted to do and so we started calling our band the Coral Snakes I London. We ended up back in Australia and started the White Buffaloes and then another Coral Snakes. We had the most public exposure I’ll ever have and I got bored with that standing up and singing and making elaborate panto rock moves.
I lost the idea of the Coral Snakes – mainly due to not expressing myself with the band or one member not coping with being in a band within an “industry” situation - and just chucked it all in at the end of 1997 and had an idea for a different band where it was smaller and more like that Fred Neil sound. Drums, bass, guitars and songs. (Years later I heard it perfectly on a Lou Reed bootleg of his first solo tour with a band just as Transformer was coming out. It has since been released as a CD called AMERICAN POET. He was still playing guitar and less focused on driving  persona over the room).

My attitude for presenting music live was always also influenced by listening to the Doors Absolutely Live so much when I was a kid. They never tried to reproduce things exactly – they were really different arenas for them.

I’m writing all this as a roundabout way of talking about being a  player. Maybe its also being an Australian player. Dealing with expectations of an audience.
There are bands like the Hoodoo Gurus who play like a machine, every song perfectly reproduced. I really respect them and think they are great. Their audience loves it too. I have seen them only a few times and they probably do things to stretch out their frame of being Hoodoo Gurus a little bit here and there. A song in the set for a rave up I guess. But mainly they just DELIVER IT.

Our approach – especially post Coral Snakes – has been to continually recast songs in different ways. Different tempos, different instrumentation and textures. And to play as much as we wanted and to never really worry about hiding out or playing ONE BIG show ONCE A YEAR. We play because we like to. We have been quite careful to the idea that people want to hear certain songs. I often ask people to tell me what they came along to hear and do my best to play it. I know the songs that got out to people and they took to heart and I like all the songs we’ve done post Moodists. I love doing older songs, they’re a real part of my constant inner flux.

Still, people do come up and say they heard about us years ago and have been meaning to come see us and “that stuff you were doing, Is that What you did?” Sometimes this has happened when we were doing shows with no amplification, no mics, totally acoustic. That was specifically the narrative show Point Blank. I had some inlaws come to that gig and it was one of the weirdest, most concentrated long stories a person could see and hear. It wasn’t a medley of hits, it was a standalone thing.


So I got this song together for ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS?
The lyrics are pretty simple and go along these lines..

Is that what you did?
that thing that you’re doin’?
I heard about stuff you did but never seen this thing
is that what you did?
is that what you did?
is that it?
the man from the museum was passin’ through town
he said “I ain’t comin’ in unless I get it in print
that you’ll be doin’ what you did
is that what you did?
Is that what you did?
should I know?
I just gotta know
is that what you did?
this thing that you’re doin’?
is that it?
I just gotta know





Just a song from life - from experience. Like most of my lyrical work – pretty literal.
The music is G to A. Major chords and I would cast it as a “West Coast groove”.
We play it quite differently at every show and it appears in two versions on our album ZIPPADEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS?


I started writing this in a hot feeling of frustration about getting our music out to peoples attention in a world with such an atomized music culture that was once so public. When we began it was a massive- but quite free wheeling – mainstream and a shadowing stream of alternate voices that had roots going back to the earliest days of recording. Folk music of the 50s and 60s is full of parodies of the lameness of popular songs. And listen to any black American records and you come across adult themes and summonings of adult worlds – sex, betrayal, guilt, violence – that just didn’t make it to the hit parade. A true alternate world. Same with roughhouse country music, there was always a true, alternate side happening there. And jazz with its many rebellions, reformations and shifts in attitude and character. You can approach jazz from the outside and from the present and not bother yourself with annoying context and just limit yourself to Bebop or – like they did in the pre Rolling Stones Britain of the early 60s –insist that that was an aberration and limit yourself only to New Orleans/ Storyville Dixieland. People are still like that.
I love it all. 20s Louis Armstrong and Bix Beiderbecke and Duke Ellington through to the pre Bebop small bands (such fast tempos and all about dancing) through the arch but equally hot era of Bird and Dizz and the cool of Miles and the West Coast scene. I have a fetish for 70s/80s QUIET STORM jazz with Grover Washington Jnr and Earl Klugh. I love labels like Blue Note, Verve, CTI, Fantasy (despite how they treated John Fogerty from Creedence), ECM, Impulse, Riverside and the great 60s Australian reissue imprint (mainly 20s  jazz) called SWAGGIE. Instrumental music is my main interest, other than 70s soft rock, 70s prog and Andy Williams albums.


So this is the kind of inner flux from whence these two albums of 2019 have come. Pretty wide and fast flowing stream. We have been playing shows in different venues including venturing into jazz clubs. We’ve always resisted doing that as there are so few jazz venues and they should be for jazz musicians but we just liked the way you could present music in there. I loved the way music sounds in clubs like that. Mostly just vocals mics and small amps. The Jazz lab and Birds Basement is coming up Nov 28th. This Birds Basement room is one of Melbournes best jazz clubs and we are treating it as a launch for ONE MILLION YEARS DC. I encourage you to come along. Its not a  rock club. Its deluxe. 
Its at 11 SINGERS LANE MELBOURNE 3000.  
https://birdsbasement.com/

There is community radio which has been great. The ABC has the Music Show on Radio National which we have never been on…. Double J which is an alternate digital version of Triple J (ostensibly it’s ghost) and local radio. The local ABC is very varied and most approachable outside of Melbourne and Sydney. (In Melbourne and especially Sydney they are terrified of offending their audience and also come under the most scrutiny form the Liberal/ National Party Government and its think tank IPA who want to close it all down so as to give Rupert Murdoch a more even playing field) 
(On a recent visit to the ABC in Melbourne it was weird to see  how the people who work there are forced to "hot desk". It all looked like an experimental showroom for an idealized, efficient modern office. No trace of humans really belonging there at all. No desks with in/out trays or any stickers or items of personl belonging. An on air person was sitting with a laptop at a place where guests wait to appear on radio. Some weird workplace philosophy an outside thought contractor must have dreamed up in the Michelle Guthrie - hand of Murdoch- era.) On the whole they do a great job but the whole operation has pretty much shrunk to being a news and talk outlet.

Commercial radio? I follow a fellow from that world on twitter and he actually tweets when they are about to play some AC/DC or Guns n Roses “in the next hour”. (I was amazed to learn that the rotund  right wing Dark Sky News personality Paul Murray was given his first soapbox at Triple M. I also think he was tossed the gig buy a former head of the network who _ I heard from someone who sat though it - at some point in the 2000’s gathered all of Australia’s music publishers and labels together to tell them Australian music was terrible- except for INXS and that his network would never get behind any of it – unless INXS got back together…. ).

Mainstream print media? With the demise of actual music papers at some point – in favour of the street press which were funded all through the 90s by record companies buying full page ads in them so they could be free but which now are funded by rehearsal room bands buying ads because that’s what a band does – there were music columns in papers like the Age and the Herald Sun. These were incredibly popular and influential. Places where political and sports writers could unbutton and write reviews and do interviews. They had staff! I remember being so impressed at all the photographers and the ambience inside the old Herald Sun building. All gone. Until recently the Herald Sun had one great guy doing music work who was always out at shows and talking things up. And old school cracker. There used to be an entertainment writer in each state. Eventually he was syndicated as they got rid of all the others and then he was gone himself. Now a freelance. Welcome to our world, comrade?
The Age was the same and they seemed to ditch the whole paper in favour of their real estate section and then dropped the Age brand to Fairfax and are now of course owned by Channel 9, the “rival” to Murdoch and run by ex Liberal treasurer the Roly Poly neck Peter prick Costello.

When people wrote for music magazines they spoke to a music culture, an interested room. People writing for daily papers wrote for a disinterested room. It was different. Mostly poor but it was something.

Now those freelance writers have to pitch stories for themselves to what remains of these mastheads. Mainly digital remnants which thrive on clickbait but which still charge classic media era prices for advertising when their readership is so small they shed staff all week and work out how to become a weekly.

A writer I reached out to when ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? came out gave me this reading of my standing in the stock market of clickbait musician stories for Australian mainstream newspapers, I think you are one of those artists (-- - is another) who suffers, in terms of news coverage, for being too prolific for your own good. Robert ------- puts an album out and it’s something of an event; whereas you put out album number 33 and the collective response is “It’s another Dave Graney album”, and it’s hard to get past that”.
I didn’t get back to him. I’d rather just do a gig or do my own writing.
I went on and finished ONE MILLION YEARS DC which is out now.

Double J did a story on the 90s and Big Day Out which we played at in 94,95 and 97 (and perhaps a few other years too) but we exist in a strange dimension where we can’t be seen in the present- and so much of the present is composed of the past with anniversaries/iconic reissues/tributes etc - and also can’t be seen in the past. Which means we can’t often be seen in the present. Which looks backwards so much. It’s a dead loop.

There are also often stories about female musicians in Australian magazines and portals. Clare Moore is a notable absence in all of them. I mean the writing is generally poor and unbelievably condescending but thats the state of play. Here's another .
Thats what I'm getting at here... This may seem like a litany of complaints but hey - I just wanted to get it down. Musicians have to be allowed to gripe! 




A film maker friend made a documentary about a noted Australian band and got in touch with related music community to do interviews. Most of the film consisted of these interviews. People brought along their thoughts and spoke generously and were presented in a situation dictated by the film maker. Nobody was paid. Later on, a mutual friend who was one of the people interviewed was visiting the film maker and during a long nights talking brought up the subject of how he’d drawn on that particular music community and why didn’t he – for instance – use one or two bits of music from any one of those people in any one of the quite well funded and distributed films he had in production?  Cue lots of handwringing about budgets and grants and commercial considerations…. Have you ever noted the creativity of music in Amercian and British long form television production? The Sopranos, Stranger Things , Extras and the like. They add personal touches and tastes. They aren’t second guessing what might scare the audience. They seek out under the radar sounds and grooves to leaven the material. Because film often needs music to smooth out clunky shifts in mood and tempo. That’s why a lot of Australian film has the same few names doing soundtracks and if they have pop music its very broadly pitched. 

But, as another friend has pointed out. Australian music has been much more of a gift to the world than any other art form, especially film. Despite all the industrial parasites and negative gearing that the business puts on us, we abide and get stuff out there. And there are people who somehow find it.
Our shows at the Junk Bar in Brisbane were so enjoyable. Such lovely people came along and the Jamie and Mia who run the room are the sorts the whole scene should look to. It is always a great experience. We were talking with a friend afterwards who mentioned another player who had been in their town (at another venue) recently and who was looking for some cocaine. I stopped the talker and said ”hey! I don’t wanna know! Any player who is out doing cocaine should actually be embarrassed! that is not for us! That is sad! That shit is for boring business people and it just makes them more boring!” I was very disappointed. 

We also did a tv performance that will be shown next year as Dave Graney and the Coral Snakes. It has been so great getting back together in recent years with Robin Casinader and Rod Hayward to play. Such amazing players and nice people. This later version of the band with myself and Clare Moore and Stu Thomas on bass has been fantastic in the few festival type shows we’ve done since 2015. We got to know Rod and Robin again.
Robin did some shows in Melbourne in September at the Open Studio. If you ever see that he is coming to town, make it to his shows. He sings and plays keys and mellotron and is usually accompanied by a viola or cello player. He draws on material going back to Plays With Marionettes as well as the Wreckery and his soundtrack work for QUEEN OF THE DAMNED and his work with HOOD and new compositions (all brilliant) and also SALTY GIRLS which he wrote and sang for THE SOFT N SEXY SOUND. 







I was in a junk shop just the other day and saw a hardback book called the 110 best Australian albums. The authors were rock music industry workers of varying periods. Mostly during the FAT years. At one time or another they all worked out of reputable fronts. Not one of our albums featured. Of the 110 that were there, of course some were not bad and some were dreadful. It would have been hard to ignore our presence but these gentlemen found it easy.
I must state here that we have made a dozen albums that are equal and probably better than MOST of those listed. (And I liked a lot of them)
I understand that even then these writers would have been under intense pressure to create a coherent, easy, commercial narrative for the book buying public and they would have been professional enough to leave any expressions of personal taste or of any wild theorizing that strayed outside of Australian publicly understood norms and forms. They knew where their bread was buttered. These guys were polished hacks.

Guys! YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR BOOGIE!  

People who write about music in that slack way where they are just making the scene and like to feel on top of things. They can name the creatures in the forest. They know the regulars. We’ve always been irregular to that sort of jobsworth. They need howling idiots and sad bums with problems. Cliched rockers. Sad cases.
I was asked if I was busy. “Still doing the radio show?” The person asking used to be a professional writer in the city I lve in and I said “Oh we have just put out our second  album for the year. Probably about the 34th or 35th we’ve made.” They made a double take and said “what - Dave Graney albums?” I had to count to ten and was feeling very Clint Eastwoodsian and said “Well what other kind would they be?”

ONE MILLION YEARS DC has a song on it called YOU CAN’T HAVE YOUR BOOGIE. It’s about people who think they can buy everything. guitars, leather pants, licks, drugs, attitude. Rich, empty people.






----- is an internationally revered rock/indie/soul venue. Ideally your -----  gig will be a ‘special event’ show for your established band, an EP/LP launch or equivalent. You need to be confident of pulling around 150-Plus Payers or this won’t work for anyone. We charge $13 on the Door. Usually door-sales only and we provide the Door Girl. You take $9 per payer (provided you are registered for GST otherwise it’s $8.18) between 8pm and 11pm. Please note ----- punters pay $10 ordinarily (i.e. when there's no bands) and our experience is that over one-third of early Payers on band nights have come to ----- as a destination-venue with no idea of the bands (so our Door Deal is in fact very generous given our unique venue status). And you split this $9 with your chosen support(s); three band line-ups are recommended. Bands start at 9pm (earlier if you want) and must conclude at 11.30pm strictly. At 11pm the Door reverts to $10 as usual and all proceeds then go to -----. We prefer to supply our expert ----- FOH Sound guy (usually blah blah blah ) to set-up and mix all 3 bands for just $180. Bands must finish by 11.30pm sharp and have stage cleared before 12midnight. Our capacity is 230 Payers+ and we’re open till 5am. ----- is famous for its generous Rider. ----- can provide expert poster Design (& we print for inside -----) and some quality targeted marketing including PR, street press advertising, PBS FM, blah blah blah dot com  and online via our website ----- TV plus our powerful and popular FaceBook, Twitter, Instargram, etc. We normally pay within one week of invoicing. Also, you’ll need to pre-disclose if you’ve got any other headline shows in --------- two weeks either side of this Special Event show at ----- in -----. The venue reserves the right to admit or refuse entry to whomever it chooses. We’d love to have your band host a successful show at our Bar if you’re confident you’ll pull 150 Payers with -----s support…

 These guys knew it all. How to drink, how to sound. This was their code of conduct contract thing to any young band daring to bother them in their hard rocking eyrie. They were asking bands to play their room. To take on the privilege. To their audience. Which was not interested in anything but the room. This is the sort of talk from people who think they run the music scene. L. O. Fuckin L. 

YOU CAN'T HAVE YER BOOGIE! 

2019 shows
November 15th Dave Graney at the Music Lounge, Merrigong theatre Company, WOLLONGONG.
November 16th Dave Graney and Clare Moore at SOUNDS DELICIOUS in HUSKISSON, NSW.

November 17th - Dave Graney solo at Gasoline Pony, Marrickville, NSW.

Wednesday November 20th and Thursday November 21st - Dave Graney and Clare Moore at DUSTY ATTIC MUSIC LOUNGE in Lismore, NSW
Friday Nov 22nd - The Dust Temple, Currumbin
Saturday Nov 23rd - Pelican Playhouse, Grafton NSW


Dec 20th Dave Graney and Clare Moore inducted into AMC SA Hall of Fame in Adelaide at the Jade Monkey.

Feb 7th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Hardys Bay Club, Central Coast NSW

Feb 9th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play Smiths in Canberra with Coral Snake Robin Casinader joining them on mellotron.

Feb 22nd , Mona Foma, Hobart 1pm show Feb 23rd , Longley, Tasmania 2pm show

Dave Graney solo dates in WA in February.

Thur 27 Feb - Freo Social, Fremantle WA  
Fri 28 Feb - The River Hotel, Margaret River WA
 Sat 29 Feb - The Prince Of Wales, Bunbury WA  
Sun 1 March - The Indi Bar, Scarborough WA 

www.davegraney.com/
 

ONE MILLION YEARS DC

Starts with a Kinksy groover sketching a 21st century populist tyrant who coasts in power on waves of public resentment at those on the lowest rungs of the ladder (He Was A Sore Winner). Sweeps across a sci fi terrain with nods to songs in the sand at the end of the world (Pop Ruins) and nods to the ties that bind in the underground communities (Comrade Of Pop and Where Did All The Freaks Go?). Songs about intense, long relationships, defunct technology that didn’t answer back, severe social status definition (I’m Not Just Any Nobody), people wandering through your mind as if it was a garage sale, the anxiety of the long running showman (wide open to the elements again) and ends with a song that’s “a little bit Merle Haggard and a little bit Samuel Beckett”. " Edith Grove! Powis Square! 56 Hope Road! Petrie Terrace!.. The Roxy! The Odeon! Apollo! Palais! Olympia! The Whisky! Detroit Grande!” Pop Ruins!"

ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS?

ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? (The title comes from the chorus of “Song Of Life” ) is a classic rock’n’roll album. Classic if you lived through what has become known as ”the classic rock era” as it rolled out new and even broke onto the beachhead and morphed into punk. That’s the direction Dave Graney and Clare Moore have always been coming from. They have spent their lives schooled by and immersed in rock ‘n’ roll culture. Neither attended higher education and they dived in deep and kept swimming. From the Moodists through the Coral Snakes /White Buffaloes to the mistLY This is an album with their band, Dave Graney and the mistLY. Stuart Perera has played guitar with them since 1998 and Stu Thomas on bass since 2004. MARCH 2019 ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? 2019 album out on Compact Disc - available here via mail order...
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FEARFUL WIGGINGS

2014 solo album from Dave Graney. *****"If I've learnt anything in my years of writing about music it's that if you are going to do anything of worth in this tough game, you better have your own thing. Today's generic is easily replaced by tomorrow's. And yet you need to be flexible, to follow wherever the songs demand. In the case of this, only the second credited as a solo album among 30 or so Graney releases, it's a curious yet welcoming lane he walks you down, with acoustic guitars, not much percussion, vibes, smooth sounds. At the end of it you feel like you've awoken from a strange yet pleasant summer's dream. As shot by Luis Bunuel. It ranges from off-kilter reveries (A Woman Skinnies Up a Man, The Old Docklands Wheel) through to the softly seductive (How Can You Get Out of London) and the downright arch (Look Into My Shades, Everything Is Great In The Beginning.) This is music that is neither folk, nor blues, nor country, but it's all Graney, somewhere out to the left field beyond Lee Hazlewood's raised eyebrow. It's astringent on the tongue but sweetens in the telling." Noel Mengel Brisbane Courier Mail

you've been in my mind

June 2012 super high energy pop rock album - blazing electric 12 strings - total 70s rock drive. Greatest yet! available via paypal - $20 pp

rock'n'roll is where I hide/- 2011 "vintage classics/ re recordings" on LIBERATION

SUPERMODIFIED - August 2010 remixed/re-sung/re-strung//remastered/replayed comp via PAYPAL

also available as a digital album

Knock yourself (2009)-first ever dg solo set-filthy electro r&b-available via Paypal- $20

available as a digital album too

We Wuz Curious (2008)-blazing R&B jazz pop album available via paypal-$20


UNAVAILABLE-COMPLETELY SOLD OUT!!!
AVAILABLE AS A DIGITAL album

Keepin' It Unreal-(2006)-minimalist/lyrical vibes,bass and 12 string set - digital or as CD

Hashish and Liquor (2005 double disc by Dave Graney and Clare Moore) available via Paypal $25


UNAVAILABLE-COMPLETELY SOLD OUT!!!
Single album HASHISH available as a digital release

Heroic Blues- "folk soul" set from 2002-Availableas a digital album via BandCamp


UNAVAILABLE ! Completely sold out!

It is written,baby-book released 1997- available $10 via paypal