About Me
Music has always dominated my life, since I lived with a music nutcase. My earliest musical recollections were when my dad played the Beatles, Man, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, and others of that nature. At the age of seven, already scarred for life by this music, I took up the keyboard. Well, I was forced to take up an instrument or face the social guillotine, but now that I enjoy it I can say that I 'took it up'. That perservered separately to everything, including my musical taste, which changed at a hormonal rate.
I got into dance music... then rap (or more to the point Eminem, who, despite my current taste, is still a legend), then rap metal, then the Beatles again, then rap once again, and then back to dance music... and it went on like that for years. It was only when I got a bit older that I realised that Limp Bizkit were indeed a pile of shite, and got into proper music.
When I was 13 also found interest in guitar, but found it too bloody hard. I could play one note at a time, but fucked if I could play any chords. So I ditched it and took up the bass guitar, where playing one note at a time is the done thing. Good shout, mine self... during the summer of 2005, I learned two chords on the guitar, E minor and A, which meant that I could play 'Driving Around', a Man song. At the time I thought, hm, this could be interesting so I stuck to it and it came off quite nicely. I also try to play drums, but fail epically.
A while ago, I started writing songs. I had been thinking up things for a while but never actually wrote them down, or if I did they were usually shite. I had written some stuff (including my most hated creation Stay), but was told I should record Dungeons because it sounded good, 'like the Kaiser Chiefs'. Somehow, I didn't think so. A later review of 'early Black Sabbath' was a bit more realistic.
So I recorded Dungeons and wanted to do more. I got myself an 8-track recording thingy for my 16th birthday, and hastily recorded Stay, which I liked at the time. Also, this hasty recording was responsible, in part, for the song sounding so shite. I have been doodling with it for a while, and after more than a year I can honestly say there's probably still loads of shit that I haven't found out yet (I only found out how to reverse tracks the other day). As a sidenote, the multitrack has been christened Neil. Don't ask me why, but it has.
I also have a few musical bits and bobs lying around, although I'm afraid to say that it can't touch Nigel Tufnel's collection. My shit is...
    ~ Black PRS Santana electric guitar. Awesome, although it's a fucker to tune quickly.
    ~ Red Stagg Strat, deliberately battered, burned and desecrated. Well, it's doing fuck all else.
    ~ Red Jim Deacon bass. Meh.
    ~ Yahama keyboard of some sort. Does its job well. Although not a patch on that Roland...
    ~ Orangey-coloured Ibanez Talman electro-acoustic, also awesome, although methinks I need lighter strings.
There's also an electric drum kit in the household, but that's neither here nor there (ie. it's not mine).
I will now use this space to thank many people...
Beatles - thank you for Pepper. Thank you for pretty much everything good in music today. Thank you for Abbey Road. Thank you for dissing Jesus. Thank you for Helter Skelter.
Brian Wilson - Just thank you. These things I'll be until I die....
The Kinks - Thank you for inspiring punk. Thank you for inspiring Britpop. Thank you for the days.
Muse - Gibber. Thank you, Jebus.
Jet - The bastards wrote Skin and Bones, Bring It On Back, Radio Song, Sgt Major, and many more. Thank you.
Bob Dylan - Proving you don't have to be able to sing well to sing. I'd die otherwise.
The Who - Keith Moon.
