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What this is, is a sort-of-halfways-finished new version of Sundogs, the older version of which is still on yonder profile player doohickey.

What this does is gets rid of the last verse and piles on a load o' distorted slide guitar and radio static and coke bottles clatterin' and what not.

Just left click to listen online, or right click and Save As... if 'n you wanna keep it someplace humid.

Aaron McMullan - Sundogs - August 2008.mp3

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What this is, is a review of the recent gig at the Head Of Steam in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, written for NARC magazine by Mr. Adam Groark. I figured this was a good one, all round - the gig, I mean. But Adam isn't so sure. I think. Some of this seems fairly complimentary. Some less so. Here it is, anyroad;

Live Review From NARC

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What this is, is a demo of a new tune about havin' a dream-tide banter with the me from a year or nine ago, and catchin' sight of the me of the Here and Now stood behind or beside, and the shades atween the two, and the fear of stumblin' o'er that divide when you're not paying attention, and maybe you already have, but then no, it's ok, for a hand upon the shoulder and a kiss and a smile and all a sudden it's obvious it doesn't matter if'n a fella is the right Him, for she is clearly the right Her, and...

Aye. Stuff, is what it's about.

Left click for to listen online, or right click and Save As... if'n you wanna keep it someplace reasonably refrigerated. The lyrics are underneath.

Aaron McMullan - Quare Times, Boys.mp3

Quare Times, Boys...
(Aaron McMullan)

Dreamin' o' thon Easter monday morning
Whisperin' of Bush-side briars, Dymphna on her knees, y'mind?
Yonder 'mongst the reeds, y'mind?
The sappin' soil the colour of her crown

And the skies atween my faces all a-glazin'
The winds atween my tongues, they carried echoes of the songs that we would prise
From the fag-burns up my arms and down your thighs

Aw, it's quare times by the riverside...

Dreamin' of a pish-slick kerbside pulsing
The harmonies of store-front choirs sparkin' cross the stone, y'mind?
And yonder on her throne, y'mind?
Our Lady, with our scars across her breast

Dreamin' of the touch wi' which she'll wake me
Tracin' with her tongue atween my shoulders the measure of those rhymes
Waverin' atween her ghosts and mine

And teasin' from my wrist the dream still held there
Bringin' then to bloom from my pores a store of wild bouquets aflame
Flowers all the colours of her name

Aw, it's quare times, boys, in N19...

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What these are, are videos of the set performed by myself and The Lodge Road Players on 22nd June 2008 at the Head Of Steam, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. The Lodge Road Players were - Andrew Warmington on beats and trumpet and glockenspiel, Ryan H Fleming on banjo and melodica and Andrew Gardiner on some other beats and backing vocals and stylophone. Also, Rebecca Jones appears for to help out during Song Just For Tonight. So aye, here they are. God bless Luke Page for capturing the lot, full blind drunk as he was.

Blackmill Rd.



Blue From Black



Song Just For Tonight



Lord God Leave It Be



Sundogs



City Country City

("This one's as likely to go wrong as any of them" says Andy Warmington, "But if we managed the Good Friday agreement...")



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I've just flung a new blog doohickey up on London In Broken C. It conerns a jaunt to Newcastle-Upon-Tyne over the weekend past, and also a man with a collapsed arse.

Newcastle An That

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What I have here are four tracks recorded at Tuesday night's gig at the Lucky 13 Lounge (the Lounge is a gorgeous set-up if ever was one - the MySpace is HERE). A thousand thank you's to Franco Flame of Good Logic Records, whose songs about death and work and drag-racing are a tonic for the wildest of woes and who went ahead and recorded proceedings. Left-click to listen online, or right-click and Save As... to store someplace dry and out of direct sunlight. I'm gon' compile a free net-record doohickey very shortly of all the mp3's scattered about this blog (or the ones worth compilling, anyroad), is what I'm gon' do. In the meantime, here are these here four songs.

Oh To Tremble.mp3

Sundogs.mp3

Three Muses.mp3

She Is Waking.mp3

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What this is, is a song I finished this mornin' and recorded a clicky, hissy demo of this afternoon. What it's called is Blackmill Road, and how you can hear it is by left-clickin on the below link to hear online, or right-click and Save As... to keep someplace safe on the hard-drive. I'm currently sortin' a set-list for the solo-acoustic shindig on Tuesday night and also for the full-band affairs scattered about the months of June and July. See the gig list on the profile page for details and what have you.

Aaron McMullan - Blackmill Road (Demo)

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A few weeks ago I took a dander down to Feille FM in Belfast for to banter with the delightful Andy Mulholland, host of Livewire, and to play some tunes. That was the idea, anyroad. What happened instead was I muttered and stammered for an age afore answering anything, messed up lyrics and had to stop halfway through one tune to deal with some capo trouble. Hilarity abounds, then, in these here MP3's, wherein the relevant portion of said show is contained, spliced into four manageable parts.

A thousand thank you's to both Andy and Livewire, and to Emer O'Neill, who is wonderful and to whom I owe a Jenny Lewis record and whose songs can be heard At This Here Myspace Page.

Thanks folks. Left click to listen online, or right click and Save As... for to keep locked away for when the Uncle's round in October.

Aaron McMullan Feille FM Interview / Performance

Part 1.mp3 - The Interview (points of interest - the yelped, terrifed "yeah..." at the start of the interview, the extended banter about how the producer and the band made the record, whilst at the same time forgetting to name the producer, who was Andrew Gardiner, and who is a genius.)

Part 2.mp3 - Jesus Went Lookin' For His Magdalene (points of interest - fuckin' up the first verse, singin' two lines that shouldn't be there, then playin said verse again instead of the second)

Part 3.mp3 -Sundogs (this went alright, actually.)

Part 4.mp3 - Oh, To Tremble... (points of interest - much capo trouble.)

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I posted a version of this earlier today, then took it down. I'm replacing it with this not-all-that-very-different-at-all version. Also noted earlier - this is a re-jigged version of a tune I posted on here a few months ago, re-written where needs be and with an all new mournful melody that goes nowhere very slowly.

It is a "demo" in the strictest sense of the word - the bare bones o' the song, to be recorded properly and with all the gaps filled at a much later date. But you'll get the idea.

To listen online, just left click, or to save someplace on the hard-drive, right click and Save As...

Aaron McMullan - Three Muses.mp3

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Another wee demo doohickey for to have a listen to if you fancy. As per usual - horribly recorded and what not, but hopefully it’ll be manageable. Just left click to listen online, or right click and Save As... to keep someplace chilled for the summer.

Aaron McMullan - Angel Of The Northern Line.mp3

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