Showing posts with label country. Show all posts
Showing posts with label country. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

"I eat up at the Logan"

Just back from a weekend at the Logan Pub. Logan is near St Arnaud, Victoria. In Logan, apart from the pub, there is.... nothing! 

So why go there? A friend of mine, Jim (pictured below) has this strange hobby where he likes to play music through a thumping big sound system, and he needs to find places remote enough to crank it up... so Logan Pub is perfect. The Pub is also famous in its own right, being quirky enough to win the Best Aussie Pub award at least once.

So we go there and set up two stacks of speakers, powered by a bank of three to five 1000W amps.
 

The weekend was actually a Bike Show, and we went up to provide music. Quite a range of bikers turned up, so there were nice sleek modern German numbers...
 

 ..to marvellous British machines from the past.

This triumph was pretty much all original, and looked and sounded great.

Some dude started playing honky tonk jazz on the piano in the pub, but I never did get his name...

Among the 'shop-bought' machines was this home made chopper, with a Yamaha engine, very minimalist.

Of course, you have to have a bunch of Harley's at a bike event, so there was a good range.

This is what they think of car drivers...

A lot of the riders brought their swags with them for overnight.

There's a lot more drinking room outside the Pub than in.

This Harley was one monster of a bike, huge, heavy and powerful.

Here's the Logan Pub, where the meals are worthy of a song:
"I eat up at the Logan
the meals are really big,
you don't get any health food,
Just Bacon, Pork and Pig"

Very Australian.

Jim and I, during our 12 hour marathon of playing lots of LOUD music for the crowd.

The bikers set up their swags wherever they parked their bikes.

This Harley was ridden by a biker lady called 'Crackers', whose standard response to things was to calmly take a penny bunger from her pocket, light it up from her fag, and toss it at you.

This Easy Rider mural was set up behind the stack of amps, and although it looked pretty cool in the daylight, at night it was lit by ultra violet lights, and turned very trippy.

I was trialling a new camera, with a 36X zoom. This is it at the widest angle...
 ..and from the same spot at it's greatest zoom. I really should have used a tripod, but didn't bring one.

Here's the mural at night.

All in all a great weekend. Everyone behaved and had a ball. I recommend dropping in at the Logan next time you're anywhere near, it's quite an experience.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Yeehaa, I'm Country

Not being a musical man, I look in awe at people who can play instruments, sing and even write songs. A number of my friends are talented musically and have done the hard yards to make it all look easy, and it's a joy to hear them play their music and see people listen and enjoy it.

I'm pretty eclectic in my music taste, it's probably easier to say what I don't like, rather than list what I do. My 'don't like' list is pretty short: Disco, Country and 'doof-doof'. 

Now I know I've already put some people off-side and you may be thinking 'What's wrong with Disco/Country/doof-doof?' Well, it's all a matter of taste. And you don't need taste to like Country!

Whenever I hear the strained voice of a country singer, my insides clench, my brain tries to shut down and I look for an escape route. It's even worse when the singer is Australian and the sound coming out of his mouth is fake American.

Now, I will admit that some country songs have pretty good lyrics, praising love, faithfulness and a good dog, its just they sound like they are being sung by a constipated clothes wringer. Yet country music still evokes many of the backwoods, uncultured and uncouth sides of life, where the men are unwashed yokels, and the women are hard done by slaves. 

So I figured the best way for me to express what country music brings to my mind was to write a country song. And if you like it, feel free to sing it. If you don't like it, remember its satire :)

Ten Gallon Hat.
All lyrics by Greg Carrick:

I'm a simple country bumkin,
The banjo I did learn,
I play all kinds of musics
Both Country and Western.
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus:
    Got a 10 gallon hat on my 1 gallon head,
    I had a lobotomy,
    I go boot scootin' every night,
    I'm proud to be country.


I got me a hoss, I got me a dog,
I married me a girl,
her name was Tiffany Moonbeam
but I just call her Merle
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus

I grew up in a trailer park
Got a gun rack in my truck,
I'd bulldoze all those greenies,
cos I don't give a stuff.
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus

I drink my moonshine whisky
That I make in my still,
I drink it by the gallon,
but 1/2 a pint's my fill.
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus

I hang around the pool hall,
In my check shirt and my boots,
I hang out with the good old boys,
We get back to our roots.
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus

I beat up on my woman
Just like my old Papa
She's black and blue and pregnant too
Just like my dear old Ma.
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus

I drink up lots of bundy
And I'm drivin' me a tank,
I'm ashamed to be an Aussie
Cos I'd rather be a Yank
yeah I'm Country
Yeehah, I'm Country


chorus