Having tunnel vision can be a good thing sometimes. It can hep you focus, prevent distractions and improve your ability. That’s what I used to think. Why would anyone need more that one guitar? How many different sounds do you need? Surely one guitar is enough to master the fretboard. You only have to look at Angus Young to see that. Well kind of, he has quite a few Gibson SGs, but it is the same kind of guitar. Read the rest of this entry »
“Clean Bright Sharp Resonant Crisp Clear Warm Fat Dirty Bitey Driven Filthy Snarling Barking Brutal Wailing Screaming Tone”.
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Everything’s black and white when you’re 14.
While hormones, acne, cheap beer and angst join forces to whip up a storm of confusion in your maturing mind, you need something certain to hang on to.
That need is sharpened by peer pressure, as the people you admire, fear, fancy or despise demand to know ‘what are you’? Read the rest of this entry »
I love taking things apart. I have been like that since I can remember. While everyone else in my family was playing with their newly unwrapped Xmas presents, I was taking mine apart to see how they worked. Sometimes it’s a curse and other times it a blessing. Read the rest of this entry »
As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m pretty much addicted to all things Bass. I regularly attend gatherings of like minded individuals in far flung parts of the world like Newcastle and Manchester and contribute on a number of fora dedicated to the Low end. The main forum I spend my time on is hosted by the California based instrument maker – Alembic; I play their instruments and they’re very supportive, treating each customer like royalty. Read the rest of this entry »
“It’s a funny old game” Greavsy once said, and there’s no stranger truth. Although during the day job I sometimes design and build websites, I have actually never written anything for a blog before! So let get tits deep in text together.
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I don’t think there has been one gig I’ve played with Big Tuna that someone hasn’t asked me the obvious question.
“Big Tuna, that’s mental, what does it mean ken-like-pal!”, which of course is a Fifeism for friend or neebour.
Or “Big Tuna, that’s like rub……. (long pause) pretty good min or buddy.
So where did the name “Big Tuna” actually come from?
Draw a rakish comedy moustache on Michelangelo’s David, pour Agent Orange over Van Gogh’s sunflowers and roll a Faberge Egg to destruction down a grassy precipice next Easter.
All these efforts are overshadowed, out-gunned and just plain beaten to a snotty, mewling pulp by man’s greatest artistic endeavour, The Guitar Solo.
Crocodiles, BB King, horseshoe crabs, cockroaches and Angus Young.
What do they have in common?
All of them have been around for a very long time, and none of them has needed to change with the times.
Why? Because, in evolutionary terms, they hit the nail smartly on the head at a very early stage.