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Friday, November 20, 2009
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Current mood:  pirate
Category: Music
Stu waxes lyrical about his forthcoming new album  .....................
This can be found at the Dave Graney website:
And while yer at it, stroll on over to the Banana Lounge Broadcasting myspace site, for a quick squizz at Elizabeth McCarthy's blog-up of my lil' ol' appearance on their fantabulous 3RRR radio show:
Check 'em out, folks.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Current mood:  exotic
new record is called
Now searching hard for a great label to release it!!
If any great labels out there are interested, don't hesitate to contact STU.
The album has a surf-rock centre variously glazed with tango, trash, motorcycle music, pop and flamenco, even!
It is made of songs, one after another.
The mixing was done by The Mixer. Produced by The Producer.
The singer sang, the drummer drummed and the guitarists guitared.
Be prepared to see this released on a flat yet round piece of polycarbonate with a hole in the middle, and a shiny silver side. Soon.
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Monday, July 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Music
The following are some of the releases on which STU THOMAS has appeared. It's a pretty complete list in rough chronological order (oldest to newest), and will be updated from time to time with all the facts, figures 'n funtimes that you'd never want to know.........
If you'd like to know more details, click this. It will take you to the Brass Bed site.
Good luck finding these records, but if you do: BUY THE HELL OUT OF 'EM !!! ....
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"The Gold Record" by THE BRASS BED
(1997, Bar Humbug)
ST wrote & recorded this EP. Played bass, trumpets, accordian, electric guitar, percussion & sang. This record had 2 sides: the "holy" side & the "evil" side. It came out on 8-inch see-thru vinyl.


"low key" EP by THE BRASS BED
(1997, Blah Blah Blah)
ST wrote & recorded this EP. Played bass, trumpets, accordian, guitar, percussion & sang.

"Ya Gotta Let Me Do My Thing" by
KIM SALMON & THE SURREALISTS
(1997, Half A Cow)
ST played bass, trumpet & sang. Also co-wrote songs( I Won't Tell, Voyeur, ...) conducted the strings and notated arrangements and had a good time.

"The NO Single" by THE BRASS BED
(1998, Bar Humbug)
ST wrote the 2 songs, "No Rest For The Wicked" and "No Say", played bass & sang.

"You're Such A Freak" by KIM SALMON & THE SURREALISTS (Half A Cow)
ST played bass & co-wrote.

"Strange Waters, Small Mercies" by CHRISTOPHER MARSHALL (1998, Mushroom)
ST played bass. Greg Bainbridge from The Surrealists played drums. Stephen Cummings turned up to play on some sessions.

"To Hal & Bacharach" - Various Artists
(Australian tribute to Burt Bacharch & Hal David. 1998, WEA.)
ST played bass & trumpet on the track "If Anyone Had A Heart" recorded by Kim Salmon & The Surrealists.

"Resonances: Live Film Music" by THE BRASS BED
(2000, Bar Humbug)
ST wrote/recorded this live album (direct to CD at a live screening of his Super8 mega-splice). Played bass, trumpet, double-whistle, valve trombone, vocal sounds, delay loops, sound effects.

"Saving Me From Me" single by KIM SALMON & THE BUSINESS (1999, Half A Cow)
ST played bass.

"Record" by KIM SALMON & THE BUSINESS
(2000, Half A Cow)
ST played bass on this album.

"Disconnected" single by KIM SALMON & THE BUSINESS (2000, Half A Cow)
ST played bass.

"City Lights and Roadkill" by LUXEDO
(2000, Corduroy)
ST played bass/sang on most of this album, also co-wrote Comatosa & other songs..

"You Really Suck" single by LUXEDO
(2000, Corduroy)
ST played bass & guitar & sang. Also co-wrote Love Transfusion (lyrics and bass).

"Comatosa" single by LUXEDO
(2000, Corduroy)
ST co-wrote Comatosa, played bass & sang.

"I'll Be Around" single by KIM SALMON & THE BUSINESS (2000, Half A Cow)
ST played bass.

"Combination" / "Love Transfusion" split single by
THE BRASS BED & LUXEDO
(2000, Independent)
ST wrote & sang "Combination", playing 4 bass parts, guitar & drums. Co-wrote "Love Transfusion", playing bass, Wurlitzer electric piano & sang.

"Save Your Breath" by THE BRASS BED
(2001, Corduroy)
ST wrote & produced this album. Played bass, trumpets, didgeridoo, electric guitar, steel-string acoustic guitar, tympani, double-whistle, slide whistle, Hammond organ, turntable, drums & sang.
"Hurtsville" by THE SPOILS
(2001, Corduroy)
ST played trumpet on one song, "Tale of The Bull".

"Empty Arms, Broken Heart" by
DAN BRODIE & THE BROKEN ARROWS
(2001, EMI)
ST played bass on this album.

"You Make Me Wanna Kill" byDAN BRODIE & THE BROKEN ARROWS(2001, EMI)
ST played bass on this single.
"Resonance" by STU THOMAS
(2003, Audrey)
ST wrote & produced this EP. Played nylon-string guitar, bass, electric guitars, tack piano, synth, tambourine & sang.

"Rosa Duet" by BARB WATERS
(2003, Laughing Outlaw)
ST on bass for one song, "Make It Count".

"In The Valley" by WAYFARING STRANGERS
(2003, Independent)
ST played hungover trumpet on 2 songs, "Where have You Gone?" and "Willie Nelson".

"Devil and Daughter"" by STU THOMAS
(2004, Audrey)
STU's 1st solo album. ST wrote, recorded & produced this album. Played nylon string guitar, bass, trumpet, valve trombone, sitar, drums, steel string guitar, organ, electric guitar, shaker, synthesiser, accordian, tack piano and sang.

"These Beautiful Ghosts" by MARK GARDENER
(2005, Sonic Cathedral Records)
ST played trumpet on one song, "The Story Of The Eye".

"Hashish & Liquor" by DAVE GRANEY & CLARE MOORE (2005, Cockaigne/Reverberation)
ST on bass for "Tomorrow Inc.", part of Clare Moore's "Liquor" album.

"Keepin' It Unreal" by
DAVE GRANEY & CLARE MOORE featuring Stu D.
(2006, Cockaigne/Reverberation)
ST played baritone guitar & sang on this album. A very unique sounding CD, featuring vibraphone, baritone, guitar, 12-string acoustic guitar & 3 vocalists.

"Eat More Baby" by SWEDISH MAGAZINES (2006)
ST plays rock trumpet on one rockin' track.

"The Super8 Video LP" by THE BRASS BED
(2007, Bar Humbug)
ST wrote, edited & produced this DVD, also contributing 2 films.(14 other film-makers provided the 14 other films). ST played bass, trumpets, didgeridoo, electric guitar, steel-string acoustic guitar, tympani, double-whistle, slide whistle, Hammond organ, turntable, drums & sang. This DVD is the visual companion to the "Save Your Breath" album.

"Devil and Daughter" by STU THOMAS (Extra Track) (2007, BANG! Records - digipack & 12" vinyl)
ST wrote, recorded & produced (& re-produced) this album. Played nylon string guitar, bass, trumpet, valve trombone, sitar, drums, steel string guitar, organ, electric guitar, shaker, synthesiser, accordian, tack piano and sang. The extra track is "O Enemy", recorded in Berlin.

"We Wuz Curious" by THE LURID YELLOW MIST
feat. Dave Graney & Clare Moore
(2008, Illustrious Artists/Fuse)
ST played bass and sang.

"Knock Yourself Out" by DAVE GRANEY(2009, Cockaigne/Fuse) ST played bass and sang (sometimes thru a golden megaphone).

"Shake Your Derriere / Lost In Space" by THE STU THOMAS PARADOX(2009, Bar Humbug) Double A-side radio single. ST played guitar, synth, baritone guitar and sang. Also penned the songs, mixed and produced them.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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Current mood:  catalyzed
Category: Art and Photography
If you care to delve further into the paradox that is S.T., feast on some recent and not-so-recent drawings at Stu's flickr site....
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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Current mood:  adored
Category: Life
RULES FOR PERFORMERS TO LIVE BY. Some essential do's and dont's designed to help those who aspire to the music stage...
PART A:
1. Never tune with a capo on.
2. Children despise harmony.
3. An unsure word spins backwards down your throat.
4. The phrase "rolling stone" should never be mentioned more than once in a set.
5. There is no place for sincerity in music.
6. Turn up the bass but take off your tops.
7. People are really listening to your eyebrows.
8. The world is not ready for more country music.
9. Multi-instrumentalists suck.
10. Hair is more important than guitar brand.
11. The truly great music is made without the use of hands.
12. Curry before a show will help produce a lot of sweat.
13. Never take requests.
PART B:
1. Don't drink onstage; it's a sign of weakness - like smoking, or smiling. But, if you are seen drinking onstage, be seen drinking only the best there is.
2. Never be seen before a performance. Stars descend and disappear suddenly.
3.Your clothes : do they beat the entire audience hands-down? No? You fucked up. You must be the prettiest in the room, or don't even bother.
4. Ignore all your bodily functions: sweat, itches, spit, burps, farts, hair issues, sore throats, eyes popping out...These don't exist for the performer onstage - You are Superhuman, an example to the minions. (Hey! This is an important event. Did you go before you left the house?)
5. Focus upon one person and stare them down for the whole gig. No reason.
6. Spontaneously invite guest players onto the stage, only if you have rehearsed together. Thoroughly.
7. If you choose to close your eyes, you can't prevent the audience talking to each other about you. Therefore, close your eyes.
8. Banter between songs can be a mixed blessing. Keep stories brief & ingenious. Practice them often. Practice until your spontaneity is perfect.
9. Be brave - OR - be scared. Be what you are - OR - be an actor. Be something. Don't fuck around in the middle. Automatons work in offices.
10. Don't forget to entertain. Yourself first, of course.
11. Ignore all rules told to you about performing.
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Monday, December 03, 2007
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Current mood:  sore
Category: Music
My music playing life began in school: all the kids in Western Australia were forced to learn the recorder, a plastic bone-coloured whistle with holes.
 After school, in streets all over Australia in the '70s (and probably now??) you could hear - mixed with magpie cries - the shrill sound of kids on recorders, squeaking their way home. What an annoying sound....such an angular induction into the world of sweet, sweet music...(We were frequently swooped upon by magpies, by the way).
Also, there were rotten mass singing classes, where we all sang out of Government-published-and-approved books with bad cartoons and cheesy kids songs. (Notably, the only modern music included was McCartney's awful "Mull of Kintyre", probably chosen for it's mind-numbing simplicity). The books were called "SING!SING!SING!" or "EVERYBODY SING!" or "SING! EVERBODY!" or some other ingenious flaccid title ending with an exclamation mark. The lessons were broadcast on ABC radio, and I guess the biggest challenge was for the teachers: they had to maintain control. Our only problem was being bored out of skulls.
In my school, the classes were eventually divided into 2 streams of kids: "Media" and "Music". You weren't allowed to do both, although I found myself in a darkroom once, printing photos when I should have been at Music. (The shit didn't hit the fan, whatsoever).
My music teacher bestowed these ancient dulled lead-hued brass instruments upon us, and by looking at a student's lips, he could decide for us which instrument was best suited for our mouths, a method he gleaned from the Salvation Army. Mine was apparently the trumpet, and I was given a ratty old dented, dusty silver cornet to cut my teeth on. Those who weren't showing much brass talent were given drumsticks or guitars, and sent to the back off the room: the rhythym section's area...(The area I would eventually own.)
The least talented kid was relegated to the electric bass. I was envious of him, it looked like such a relaxed and easy thing to play. No hours of heavy physical lip practice required! Also, it was a giant gorgeous black Gibson he got to fondle. Besides, I was beginning to notice bass players on the TV, distinguishing them from normal guitars which started to look frail and wimpy to my pre-pubescent eyeholes. I began to clock all the bass-playing singers : Suzi Quatro, Phil Lynot, The Buggles guy, Sting, Gene Simmons....I was talking myself into being a Bass Player, justified by what I viewed on the idiot box.
We commenced "band" lessons, starting with Glenn Miller stuff, progressing to Chicago, Blood Sweat & Tears, Herb Alpert, Santana, Themes from Rocky, Shaft, The Hustle (I got my first solo in that tune!). The Greatest American Hero (the one concession to current music of the time...). The stuff I wanted to play was the theme from Battle Of The Planets and other cartoon faves...We practiced for performances at Speech Nights, and sometimes played in other schools, even. We were truly at the mercy of our music teacher's tastes, which were stuck ever-so-slightly in the early 70's, but to be fair on him, he was a live, regularly gigging multi-instrumentalist who was on TV and in pubs all the time. I respected that. His name was Dave Way (RIP). He died in 2008. After a while I took some music lessons after school hours at a tiny local hall.
These classes were run by members of my teacher's jazz band; all musos lookin' for a few extra bucks on the side. They had long mo's, fuzzy hair glintin' grey, and were pretty happy and loose about things. We'd get shown a note, a phrase or simple song & were sent outside, told to stand well apart and practise, and we beat and bent that tune into shape, by way of aural torture. By then I could read music. When we got bored (which was pretty quickly), us kids would get together and play stuff out of each other's books, or just make stuff up, and play up, mainly blowin' in each other's ears etc...
I remember we worked up a fucked-up version of "God Save The Queen" (not the Sex Pistols..); it was a sax & a cornet. We were swapping music or reading from one book, which gave a screwy, evil harmony, 'cos we didn't realise different instruments were in different keys. Of course, we got into trouble for this outrageous blasphemy, told to stick to scales. That was the National fucking Anthem for God's sake!
I recall being bailed up by a big, dumb older kid once while walking home. The cornet case attracted him like a fly to shit. It had a big white number painted on the side with liquid paper. Of course he wanted to have blow on it. They all did. Small & frightened as I was, I nervously opened the case on the yellowed nature strip. Then I had to endure lots of those loose-lip fart sounds that come out the end of a horn the very first time you put your lips to it. He wasn't thru having fun when I asked for it back. More yobs/street urchin boys had gathered, summonsed by his laughable cacophony, like a bully's call-to-arms. They started passing the thing around. Keepy-Off we used to call it. And I was the fool in the middle, starting to get very upset: it wasn't even mine, what if they took it? My Mum would be paying that off for the rest of the decade....I was saved by a freckle-faced friend of my mother's, Janice, who shooed them all away with yells from her car window. Was this enough to warn me off Music??
NO.
Parallel to this, I received a 1/2 size variety store guitar for a birthday present. (Uh-oh!) Not knowing about tuning, it was loose strings of random intonation for some time. I tried playing with songs comin' out of the radio(strictly AM, tiny transister radio - Perth didn't receive FM radio until 1983!), or TV.
Soon, I could play some vocal lines from pop songs or TV shows, then I boldly went for some lead guitar parts (thanks to years of daily doses of "Rock Around The Clock" at the end of "Happy Days", I could finally fluff out that solo).
A major breakthrough came when I started screwin' 'round with tuning the damn thing, and it was to a Joan Armatrading song that I found a proper chord! Turns out I'd figured out an open major chord tuning, yeh, the one-finger chord. It was to be some time before realising there was a "proper" tuning for the guitar, that strings had names, and I was allowed use my 4th & 5th finger.
The guitar kept me busy in other artistic ways, as I went ahead and painted the thing in different ways, finally settling on an uneven rough white, achieved by the application of old housepaint with a chewed matchstick. I then proceeded to cut holes in the front, in the shape of words.
In my room, behind the closed door, I started obsessing over this guitar business, and music. (Perhaps I was meant to be doing homework?) I was recording stuff off the radio onto cheap cassette tapes right into the early hours, thanks to headphones. I used to listen to the poppiest station, recording almost every song if I liked the introductory 5 seconds, then I would decide later if I liked the song or not. If not I'd tape over it. So fickle. After 3 listens, I would like a song, remembering the words, paying attention to the chord modulations, and be able to separate the bass lines.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
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Current mood:  thankful
Category: Travel and Places
A couple of months back (September 2007, to be exact) I was in Cocos (Keeling) Islands, an atoll (horseshoe of islands) situated smack in the middle of the Indian Ocean. It's 10 metres above sea-level, an Australian territory, has a population of 100 (give or take) and is incredibly beautiful.
Naturally, the surroundings lent themselves to much filming by me, and since I was engaged there for a week with a band, The Lurid Yellow Mist featuring Dave Graney & Clare Moore, part of my filming involved band members on camera. And, seeing as we had just done recordings, one of which was slated for release as a single in iTunes (how tech-savvy of us!), a vague plan hatched about making a video for the single. Who knows if and when we'd ever get back to Cocos? What a great location: coconuts, sunsets, ocean, land-crabs, cheese-fruit, fluro clams, 1001 nudibranches, booby-birds, it's all there!!...Guitar-god Stu Perera also proved an abundant talent in front of the camera, a Golden God, in fact... So back home in civilisation, well Melbourne, I set upon the task of editing the best of this footage into a 4 minute freakin' masterpiece. It took 3 solid weekends, editing til my eyes were sore, sleeping on the desktop, being fed via a tube...and it was done. Here it is:
The single is called 'I'm In The Future Now'. Music by me, words by Dave Graney. I came up with the music whilst ensconced in a funny old motor hotel in Mt Gambier, which had seen it's heyday somewhere between the 70's and never. All stained carpet, lifted wood panelling and concrete planters..... I was on tour with Dave Graney & Clare Moore, part of a trio built of 12-string acoustic guitar, vibraphone and baritone guitar. We had hit DG's home town in the drizzling rain, last stop of a bunch of country dates in far-removed towns I've never heard of, and probably never will again. The chords fell out of the baritone guitar, slow at first, then a faster groovier sequence came as well, alla prima, if you will. Later, at home, I altered the keys of the 1st and 2nd parts, finally deciding on the best fit, then extended the chorus as the song went on. I wanted Dave to come up with some lyrics. Originally I had some 'fill-in' lines and called it 'Field Of Dreams', which is what Dave said to me as we drove up to the motor inn, past this football field. Dave used to play there in his younger days, a local sporting hero, with the potential to be a Footy Star. When he walked down to the old clubhouse, they recognised him at once. My lyrics were an imagining of this scene, each line swapping points of view between DG & those who had stayed put in town. That's the story, you're welcome to believe it. The single should be available very soon on iTunes (only on iTunes, by the way....we thought we'd save a lot of plastic that way).
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Friday, September 07, 2007
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Current mood:  thirsty
Category: Music
It was a Christmas present to myself. 'Not another guitar', she said. Yes, she was right: another guitar. A baritone guitar by Burns of London. The Barracuda.

It's the bane of every musician's existence; they still want more instruments even though they promised themselves they wouldn't last time 'round. It's linked with the search for inspiration. New instruments have fresh sounds, behave and feel different, forcing you to approach the old notes in new ways. At least for a glorious, sweet honeymoon period, before the old habits calcify over things. It doesn't hurt that your new toy is attractive to the eye, has gorgeous curves and feels like a new lover. Inviting in every way.
Ask anybody and they won't know what it is. A Baritone Guitar? Even when they've seen it: 'What IS that thing?'. Even when they've heard it: 'Wow, how do you get that sound?' It looks like a guitar, sounds like a bass, no wait, you do chords..it sounds like a guitar but has a bass neck on a guitar body, with extra appendages. Houndog Taylor. He had a tiny sixth finger on his left hand on which he stuck a slide to play that sweatin' fluid blues...I believe he didn't have no bass man in his combo. Listen to The Houserockers; there's another electric git-box doing the walking bass stuff. I doubt if it was a baritone. Happy me. I dove straight into gigging with this new axe, leaving glassy eyes and pleasantly confused ear-drums in my wake. Did 124 gigs, non-stop with the baritone. At least once a week at Bill Miller's late evening gig at The George. The Snake-Pit. Downstairs in a smoky one-way bunker, where the PA system grew organically from random tiny corners all up in the ceiling. Where chip-fat hung in the air, as the punters rolled in and in to hear the 60's sounds we laid down. As the weeks went on, Billy kept throwing me increasing soloing duties.
Seems to me we were more authentic than most. I realised the baritone sound appears on a lot of 60's stuff. The more you play it, the more you hear it...Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood, Kinks, Serge Gainsborg, The Ventures, Billy Strange, Shadows, Beatles, Elvis even. It appears on a lot of country records (Jimmie Rodgers loved his acoustic one) and spaghetti westerns. Then there was The Cure and The Church. These days, there's me, Placebo and BareNaked Ladies, apparently. Need I go on? Go spot some yourself. I suggest start at your local 'golden oldies' radio... In April/May 2008, I played the Baritone across Europe, supporting Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, in a trio with Dave Graney (12-string guitar) & Clare Moore (vibes). I wish I'd had a tape recording I could play explaining the in and outs of my machine to the hundreds of gaping post-show enquirers. Would have saved me a lot of breath. Every show there was a new one turned onto my secret weapon. Still, what's a little repetition between friends? Music is 99% Repetition 1% Inspiration, after all.(Einstein).
Anyway, to illuminate: The Baritone Guitar is a 6-string beast with a long neck that's tuned lower than a regular guitar (I choose to tune it an octave below). If you put on the right strings, it's got bass guitar sound at the lower extremes, and higher up the neck you can play chords or solo with a 'fat' 50's guitary sound. They first officially appeared in the late 50's (what a great time) when Dan Electro got clever and released their electric Baritone. Since then many other brands have taken to creating their own versions, albeit in small runs due to 'low popularity'. Turns out there was a classical ancestor of baritone guitar, B.E.(before electricity). Of course these were/are tuned differently to the rock situation. In fact, there's a whole bunch of ways to tune the Baritone, depending on whether you want more of a 'low guitar' or a bass-with-a-bonus.

Dave Graney took one look at my Barracuda, said (to himself) 'Let's form a new band'. He led Clare Moore to her seat at the vibraphones, took his 12-string steel-string in hand, turned, fixed his gaze upon me, says: 'Play'. There it was - the most unique lineup in the world at that moment, and for many, many, many moments to come. We played every song he ever wrote at that first rehearsal. Five-six hours straight, no break, no bread or water. Fuelled by pure inspiration and our 'new sound'. It was like digging in the pyramids, finding more catacombs of treasures, polishing them up, digging again. We hit the road to exhibit our new-found jewels in places civilised and not, urban, country, rural, backwoods, frontwards and every place in between. Baritone, Vibraphone, 12-string and voices. We recorded the 'Keepin' It Unreal' album in a day, again driven by the fresh instrumental recipe.
I also used the Baritone on the 'We Wuz Curious' CD by Dave Graney & Clare Moore featuring The Lurid Yellow Mist.
It will appear on upcoming releases by Penny Ikinger, and THE STU THOMAS PARADOX....
Let's not confuse the Baritone Guitar with the six-string bass. That clumsy-looking bulk which those thumb-slappin' freaks prefer and guitar shop wankers love. Oh no, the Baritone is far, far cooler, make no mistake.
I prefer using the Baritone mainly as a bass from which I can pull full bar chords when required, and sly licks or solos, just to bewilder the listening audience. As well as featuring in my band-work, I do solo shows with the baritone, augmenting the guitar's sound with reverb, tremolo and fuzz pedals. Check youtube for live solo performances of myself with the baritone.
Now that you know about it, keep a sneaky eye out for this wonder of nature. It's usually well-camoflauged as a guitar, but if it starts emitting low, fat notes, think twice and smile knowingly.
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