Putting out a cd is a leap into the void that gets tougher and tougher. Eventually artists get shy of it and stay home with their mouths shut. They get to a point and cain't go no further.
I have been quite impatient with "Knock yourself out" I always want more than is possible. I think thats the only approach you should take, the most impossible one. The Australian music scene is rather like the country itself. A closed, gated community, fearful and home alone, looking offshore to the real world. Where real things come from. Critics, programmers, HANDICAPPERS!They think they own the track. Conjurers ! Mediocrity from Gold!
I try to keep my mouth shut and smile and wave. You get tired of the saps though and have to lash out occasionally. Was lucky to do a spot on radio with a large audience. Adult. Talk. They played "Martha and the Vandellas " before talking to me. Impossible to air my stuff of course. . I had to fashion an acoustic version of a track from my very very studio constructed set of songs. I pulled it off. I said I come from a "post punk" background. So funny after all these years to be still explaining myself. The interrogator , who had a default mocking attitude to all music and artistic pursuits, gasped and said "you weren't a punk!" It was useless to argue. I did my best though. He let his angst out totally on the next guest who was a young guy whod written a book about graffitti. He copped it. I thought he was gonna vault the desk and snap the dj as hed threatened to do earlier, off air. That wouldve been a first.
I sucked it in and continued my rounds. A writer mockingly responded to us lamenting that we didn't sound like Bon Iver. I asked who the fuck that was. Sad pricks everywhere.
Bearded yanks in demand still.
Saw Jay Z on tv with "DOA" (the death of autotune) Jeez, thats the real world!
Found myself in a radio studio waiting room again. A show about "songs that changed your life". Some jiveass shit that civilians moan about, who gives a fuck? A young girl was sitting, stroking her iphone. I made conversation as I read a paper. She asked what kind of music I made. I said I'd made 22 albums and left lt it at that. I asked her about her work. She said she'd studied jazz and had a jazz band with a very well known jazz impressario/composer and also an indie pop band. I was filled with inertia. How could you balance these two? One is an application of technique and skills and the other hangs around waiting for an accident to happen. I asked what her life changing song was. She said "rufus Wainright". I was tired and couldn't help myself. I said, "I can't stand him, or his sister or his father." She looked up briefly and inquired could I really not like the fathers work, I said "Motel Blues" is alright but only if Alex Chilton is singing it.
She indied away to the studio . An extremely bright and pretty girl sat down. I asked her where she'd come from. She said she was in a production of "wicked " and had been doing 8 shows a week for a year in the city and had moved from Perth to Melbourne to do so. Her smile beamed. This was another real world to me.
She left and the indie jazz girl came out and said, as she consulted her iphone, "have a great day". Not very convincingly. I nodded.No conviction there either.
She was identifiably an artist. She had studied . In a school, and exhibited a self absorption that was total. I've met those types before. They got no stamina. They end up in hick towns like New York.
Eventually I went on air, full of gas and energy from all this swirling miasma I had been diving through. It was the rough surf I had come in on. The two hosts were pinned against the wall as I threw bomb after bomb and took as much of the airwaves as I could. My fave song was "down on the killing floor" by Howling Wolf. A song from Chicago, the abatoirs of Chicago where all the black workers got actual jobs as they took trains from the Southern states of the USA to the Northern industrial and transport hubs that needed tough bodies to toss all that meat around.A song from the real world, in fact.
I qualified it by talking of the time I heard it. I was a teenager and rock music, like it must feel to young people today, was dead. Deader than the papal penis as Nick Tosches would have it. I tried to explain how depressing it was to endure a tv show like "Happy Days". The inane Fonzy and the mediocrity of all the dames in that show. Horrible melancholy music like Neil Young and Gallagher and Lyle. Ridiculously anachronistic acts like AC/DC! I talked of hearing the Rolling Stones , (with Brian Jones already dead!) playing their version of "Little red rooster" and how they always credited their influences and how I looked up some Howlin Wolf and got to meet the monster! His gargantuan voice and presence and the brilliant guitar sound of Hubert Sumlin.
Sad people kept texting their melancholy ideas about music in and it was all duly reported.
I only care what artists think, its so hard to hear them nowadays, the goddam audience is yammering so much!
This kind of stuff I'm writing about. It isn't cynicism or bitterness, its a reaction to life. People can be so goddam soft nowadays, an opinion is ascribed to darkness and bruised , pained injury when its just an opinion. Give it some air!
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- Current album Dave Graney and the mistLY LYVE AT BYRDS. Two albums in 2020, "Dave Graney and Clare Moore In Concert with Robin Casinader" and "Dave Graney and Clare Moore with Georgio "the dove" Valentino and Malcolm Ross". 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 Dickey Betts, John Cippolina or Grant Green - but not in this lifetime, I know.
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... If you are from outside of Australia and wish to purchase a Compact Disc copy of ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? please use this button (different postage)
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
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June 2012 super high energy pop rock album - blazing electric 12 strings - total 70s rock drive. Greatest yet! available via paypal - $20 pp
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
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
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