5 From Muse

Yeah, Muse. Friggin awesome band. Here are 5 of my favourite songs. These songs are all friggin awesome! Enjoy.

Thoughts of a Dying Atheist   https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=seNrC4_5Xxs

Plug In Baby https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XCUZSS54drI

Assassin https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JNWTiMeVM8g

Hysteria https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KwhjlNvF-4Q

Follow Me https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vlU2i653ius

Musical goosebumps @Muse

Sometimes there is a special moment when I hear music, or for that matter watch a movie, when something gives me a physical reaction. I had this listening to Cyndi Lauper sing here in Perth, listening to Pat BEnatar sing Don’t Let It Show, listening to the Arctic Monkeys debut album, and a few other occasions. It happened again last week while I was on a plane from Newman to Perth.  I came across Muse live in Rome at the Olympic Stadium on the entertainment system. This was shear magic.

Now, I have been a Muse fan for a while, but never heard any live recordings. This is ridiculous because I just love live recordings. Some bands are simply better when recorded live. However, in my 40-odd years in this earth I don’t think I have heard a live band as good as Muse. On that flight I got goosebumps from head to toe listening to that music. It was all I could do not to let loose with some fist-pumping, head banging,  shouting joy. This was a moment that left me thinking, Why haven’t I seen these guys play live? Follow Me, Plug In Baby, and Supermassive Black Hole sound magnificent live. They sound great on studio recordings, but Muse live add depth, more feeling, more oomph to all these songs. Listening to Muse was pure joy.

But that moment was more than joy, it reinvigorated me, gave me inspiration to find some new tunes in my guitar. Now,  I don’t pretend to be a great guitar player, or songwriter, but it brings me great pleasure to play and find new sounds. And thanks to Muse, I have found some. Next time they come to Perth I will move mountains to make sure I get there and fistpump, head bang, and yell to my hearts content. So thanks Matt, Dominic, and Chris, you have made my life richer and inspired me to write more music. It may be mediocre, but it’ll be a lot of fun.

That Monday Feeling

I think we all get that Monday feeling every now and then

 

 

New music – In the City after Midnight

In the City After Midnight

This was something I came up with last week.

 

Dark Nothing

This is something I did tonight – a poem to music…what do you think?

 

Freelancer – On the Underground

Another one – On the Underground

 

Vacant staring into space, I’ve been waiting here so long

Worrying about the morning train, the one already gone

Still thinking of that warm bed, and the girl I kissed goodbye

Before heading out once more, under a dull grey sky

 

His steam-pressed pin-stripe suit, on top of dull scuffed shoes

Staring at the black windows, reflections of commuter blues

Trying not to bump anyone, look no one in the eye

In this still and silent herd, as dull and grey as London’s sky

 

Packed in tight

they’re clutching dreams,

Reality –

it’s not what it seems,

they’re nowhere-bound

on the Underground

 

She’s wearing that mini  skirt and boots, they’re sexy, right up her knees

She’s staring at her reflection, I wonder what it is she sees

A meaning to the tedium, of climbing up the corporate steps

Just one within a faceless crowd, adrift within the city’s depths

Freelancer – My Funky Bassline

Okay, more music…sort of. This was a performance poem I wrote over 10 years ago that I have put to music. Again on a Zoom H6 recorder.  I can’t get the voice right, but it’s just a little bit of fun.

Lyrics below

 

My Funky Bassline

It was a steamy summer’s day and I had a tortured soul
I was being persecuted by the gods of rock’n’roll
I had a funky bassline captured in my mind
It was trying to escape, there was someone I had to find

I went looking for the Funkster, the only man around
Who could help me make this tune into a groovy sound
There was nothing else to do that could ease my suffering brain
And stop that funky bassline driving me insane

On my way down to his joint I maintained exclusion zones
With my unexploded rhythm vibrating through my bones
And I got the strangest looks from other people on the street
As I walked the paving stones with a syncopated beat

When I reached his place he asked me, ‘How can I help you man?’
And I said ‘I’ve got this funky bassline and I need a helping hand.’
‘No worries mate,’ he told me, ‘I’ll see what I can do,
It’s a crime to find a bassline and fail to follow through.’

So he sat me on his couch and I hummed my funky music
And his face lit at once and he said, ‘YEAH, I can use it!’
He left the room for hours, but then when he returned
He played me the result, some music that he’d burned

He’d mixed guitars and drums with my funky little bass
And my groovy little rhythm had finally found its place
But no sooner had I left him, I was once again afflicted
With a catchy little bassline, it seems that I’m addicted

I hear music all the time and it comes from everywhere
And new rhythms make me nervous and it doesn’t seem quite fair
That I get funky tunes appearing, while the Funkster soothes my soul
And I’m fated to be tortured by the gods of rock’n’roll

 

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