Warming up and the car-crash fingers

I decided it would do know harm to try an instructional video on bass warm up techniques. My usual warm technique is 'take the bass out the bag and tune it up'.

I scoffed at the five whole minutes of physical warm up suggested before picking up the instrument. I heartily laughed at the initial exercises.

Then I tried again.

Although I could easily play the opening exercises it seemed worthwhile to look closely at how I was playing. My fingers were not doing what the pro was doing. In fact, my fingers were going through something of a car crash compared to his graceful manoeuvring of the fingerboard.

I looked really carefully at what was going on. Instead of each finger of my left hand falling neatly on each fret in turn I was seeing index, middle finger, little finger and little finger again. Or, worse, index, middle finger, ring and middle finger fighting for the fret, little finger. Rubbish. I went over this again and again, trying to get the fingers to do the right thing. It turns out that decades of bad technique don't go away that fast.

So now I have a rather more humbling practice regime. And I have stopped scoffing at the physical warm ups. There is always something new to learn.


NaNoWriMo or no?

November is getting closer. I have an idea for a novel and the yearly, NaNo event is the perfect way for me to get it written. There are two nagging doubts to overcome.

Firstly: will it be worth writing? I had promised myself to make the next book (this is number four) the best one. To be sure of this I’m creating a more solid plot outline and some sample chapters.

Secondly: is it the right book? Writing a thriller (which is what this is) is something I seem to be able to do. But I feel there’s something different I can do. I feel if I can write the blurb for the back of the book, I can write the book. Perhaps this is a sign that the idea is not ready yet, or that I’m just clueless and not a proper writer.

All these things are possible.



New Accelerator has been expanded. We’ve been lucky enough to have Colin Henney play on our recording sessions but it’s been impossible to have him along to regular rehearsals and song writing sessions. Thanks to our fabulous drummer, Bobby, we now have a full time keyboard playing member of the band in Adrian Coles.

Having another instrumentalist capable of playing lead of rhythm parts has made a real difference. We can now play the songs as they sound on record, although it hasn’t taken long for us to start mucking about with arrangements and delving in to all the new sounds and possibilities. We can also integrate the keys into songs as they are being written. There are challenges too, as we find the right sounds and make sure we’re not stepping on each other’s toes.

Exciting times ahead.


Stars revisited

Good old Facebook. Today it reminded me of various things that happened on this day over the last few years. There was a photograph of my then six year old daughter with a large plastic horse, lots of posts about working on new songs (now all complete and available on Bandcamp) and, from 2012, a poem about my dad. It’s not a great poem but it worked well enough at the time for me to let it out.
I love reading and studying poems but I don’t write many anymore because I’m just not good enough to write anything that stands up to the 24 hour test. That is, being able to be read 24 hours later and not seem like crap. This poem though, this poem was written in the heat of the moment and posted before I could get too precious. Then I forgot it, until today. For once in my life I actually wrote a poem that works. For the record, my dad died two months after this was written.

The stars are markers of the past.
They tell the tales of giants and dwarves.
Their light conveys the stories although
That light has left them long ago.
Just like the boy with a catapult,
Whose lengthy journey through the years
Has stretched out and almost erased
His adventures.

The stars are makers of the past.
They are calling,
My dad,
Every morning.

Every morning as they fade
They invite him
To join them.

The twinkle,
Twinkles in his eyes,
But one day soon,
The stars’ delicate light,
Will catapult him,

Into the past.


Blog lag

Things have been hectic again recently. Updates on my mum, music and the nature of photography (well, maybe not so much of the last one) coming soon.



My mum is unwell.

I've been going to the hospital every day to see my mum. She's going to be sent to an intermediate care bed soon, so she's staying in the main hospital until then. Thanks to the Alzheimers, the mum I knew has been fading away. Even though she's in the right place with great people looking after her, this process is accelerating. I'm left with a frail, forgetful, unhappy woman.

As an only child I don't have many others who remember her from better days and, truthfully, I'm finding it hard. I found a video of her and dad from about fifteen years ago and I was shocked at how different she was.

I can see in her eyes that she's had enough now but she will not give up.


Insert Oud Pun Here [ ]

While the Eclipse Trio take a break until we start work on our next album, my pal Russell Kilmister and I have been slowly writing and recording tunes for acoustic guitar and oud. It’s possible I’ve posted this before but we’re now, still, in the last stages of the writing/recording process and hope to soon move on to editing, mastering and releasing these tunes.

Once the songs are complete these final stages shouldn’t  take too long as all the recordings are direct, two track with no overdubs. At least none yet. The idea was to create music that could be played without any additional fuss or for that matter, electricity. Aside from a collection of double bass and guitar recordings on cassette my friend Mark Allcock and I made many years ago, this would be my first all acoustic project. Of course, with electricity we wouldn’t have been able to record these new songs at all, so I’m not getting too snotty about it.

Expect more news, and maybe one of the tunes, soon.