Put your hands on your head, Simple Simon says
It was the end of another busy week in the village. There’d been so much rain, the¬†duck pond had swamped the High Street and a family of widgeon was¬†floating past the Surgery’s kitchen window. Our Monica had finished mopping up the puddle by the kitchen door and it looked like there would be no way home for a while, short of borrowing the Good Doctor’s waders.
‘Time for a nice hot cup of Yorkshire Tea!’¬†the Good Doctor said cheerily, placing a couple of logs in the AGA and setting the kettle on the hob. ‘Now here’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while,’¬†he continued,¬†‘head or hands?’. ¬†Our Monica looked worried. ‘Do you mean heads or tails?‘ she replied cautiously. ‘No, no, when one plays a trill on one’s gob iron, should one move one’s head or one’s hands?’, the Doctor asked in earnest. ‘Doctor, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,’¬†giggled Monica. ‘Hmmm, I’ve been weighing it all up..’, the Doctor replied, ‘here’s what I think..’ Continue reading
Pleidiol wyf i’m gwlad
If you’ve ever witnessed a rugby match involving the Welsh national team, you’ll be familiar with the stirring melody¬†that is the¬†National Anthem of Wales, Land Of My Fathers.
Happy St.David’s Day!
Irrespective of allegiances, it’s a tune to instil pride in the heart (and a lump in the throat)¬†of¬†any mortal. And in 1905 the Welsh were the first to sing their National Anthem at the start of a sporting event. New Zealand were touring the UK at the time and,¬†in response to the All Blacks’ Haka war dance, Land Of My Fathers was sung before the game commenced.¬†A lesser known fact is, it also sounds¬†fab’lous on the blues harp. Let’s take a look. Continue reading
Ain’t that a pity, I declare it’s a cryin’ shame
It was Guy Fawkes’ night down at the Surgery. Beside the wood burner, Greasy Rob and Shagpile Jim were playing light sabres¬†with their¬†indoor sparklers. From the galley, the Doc was dispensing gl√∂gg and spiced ale. As Otis queued up¬†Homework¬†on the Sonos system, from the foggiest fathoms of his sub-conscience, he quietly muttered, ‘Poor old pigeons.’¬†The Doc set down his mulling poker and turned from the ARGA. ‘Since when did¬†pigeons and¬†The J. Geils Band have anything in common?’ he asked. Otis resurfaced. ‘I was thinking of the fireworks; it’s coming down in¬†stair-rods outside. The Rear Admiral said there’ll¬†be a few damp squibs this year.’
Well you know it’s nine below zero
‘That’d be wet¬†squab mate.’¬†Greasy Rob was chairman¬†of the surgery’s pub quiz team and an authority on trivia.¬†‘Young pigeons are squab.¬†A squib’s a¬†small¬†stick of dynamite; an out-sized banger to you and me. And we’re not talking Cumberland. And don’t you get me started on squid either, sick or otherwise. They’ve set up a marquee by the pond – they’ll be fine.’¬†Otis was back in the building. ‘Alright! Alright!’¬†he growled, ‘no need for the third degree.’
At that moment JJ, the local internet radio presenter,¬†poked his be-spectacled bonce¬†round the parlour door. ‘
You should be on Egg-Heads Rob you saucy git. Here, any of you lively¬†lot heard who’s playing The Old Market Theatre tonight?’¬†
He flourished a wad of tickets. ‘Only Nine Below flamin’ Zero! It’s gonna be a proper R&B shindig.’¬†
Otis sat freeze-
framed, still pointing his finger at the guitarist on his album cover. ‘Sup up gentleman, we have some unfinished business!
‘ The Doc pulled out his press pass and slipped it into his hatband.
Johnny Ace Harp Microphones
It’s been a while since we posted anything technical from the Harp Surgery, so pull on your overalls and let’s hit the grease pit. We’ve been busy refreshing our harp rig and look forward to reporting on all the fantastic¬†hardware we’ve assembled. Customised harp mics, harp effects pedals and tuning equipment; they’re all here. So let’s start with some real harp mic cheesecake.
In search of the inner Walter.
I am officially a liberated blues harmonica player. I woke up this morning and¬†admitted to myself that¬†I just don’t get Little Walter. I never have. I’ve¬†been denying the fact for years, cowering¬†in the deepest recesses of the blues closet, fearful of¬†public ridicule. But now I’m out. O U T, out.
Everyone knows mastery of Little Walter’s diatonic blues dialect is an essential step in any half-decent harmonica apprentice’s development. If you can’t recite Juke note for note, name all his hits and tongue block them, you’re¬†nobody. Well, I can play the intro to Juke from draw two¬†or blow three, with or without octaving blow six,¬†I can¬†tongue-block or purse it at will, but I’ve never stopped to learn the whole piece. The reason for¬†which is two-fold. Firstly, there was¬†a timing issue I just couldn’t unravel, whether or not it was a mistake on Walter’s part. Secondly, for love nor money, I simply couldn’t¬†copy Little Walter’s phrasing, nor did I feel the urge to do so. Oh, and there was another reason. Big Walter.
You don’t love me, pretty baby
The Good Doctor, Greasy Rob from the garage and Barry the Landlord were enjoying some time out on the patio, shelling a mountain of fresh prawns and sipping ice-cold pilsner. Amidst occasional quacks from the village duck pond and the chirrup of sparrows in the privet hedge, they could detect the approaching¬†whistle of Otis the postman, who was steadily making his rounds.
‘How do all!‘¬†Otis leaned over the Surgery gate, tugging the peak of his hat and holding out¬†a letter for the Doc.¬†‘Thanks Otis old boy, have you time for¬†some of our splendid seafood?’¬†the Doc enquired. ‘Sorry’, Otis replied, ‘I’m in a bit of a rush right now – an Otis rush you could say’. Otis was visibly¬†pleased¬†with¬†his¬†impromptu blues pun.
‘Aaah!‘ said the Doc, ‘You Don’t Love Me!‘ Otis looked a little surprised.¬†‘I wouldn’t go that far‘, he¬†replied, straightening his cap. ‘No, no, no…the letter old boy! It’s from Tom Esposito. He wants to know how to play the riff for You Don’t Love Me by The Allman Brothers’. ‘Now we’re talking!‘ whooped Otis, as he pulled a Special 20 from his pocket, ‘I¬†likes a drop of the AB’s.’
Let me introduce my new Rocket 88
There’s a right old rumpus down at the Harp Surgery! The Doc has¬†taken delivery¬†of his new Hohner Rocket and he’s been putting it through its paces. The verdict? It’s everything Hohner claims it to be – comfortable, responsive and loud. If you’re considering investing in a Rocket, we say go for it, you’ll love it! It’s great for blues, rock and pretty much every contemporary style. And just to get us in the mood, here’s some¬†Pocket Rocket from the Fab T-Birds..
For those of you looking for more information before you dive in and buy a Rocket, it’s time to grab your beverage of choice,¬†turn the phone¬†to silent, draw the blinds and enjoy a good graze through our analysis¬†below. But just before we get going..
At¬†the start of the¬†2014 when¬†we had the pleasure and good¬†fortune¬†of seeing Kim Wilson in San¬†Jose, there was rumour he would be playing new Rocket harps¬†for the show, in advance of their official release date. Contrary to¬†speculation however, he didn’t. Nevertheless, here’s a short video of¬†Kim trialling the Rocket at the 2014 NAMM exhibition. Continue reading
Otis the¬†postman¬†dropped by this morning to deliver a¬†letter from brother Neil Callaghan, who writes, ‘As a complete novice harmonica player I am trying to find out the harmonica key that Steve Weston is using whilst playing on the song I Keep It To Myself, which also has Wilko Johnson and Roger Daltrey performing. I hope you can help’.
Well,¬†before you ask, yes that’s¬†Roger ‘M-my g-g-g-generation’ Daltrey of The Who. And for anyone not in the know,¬†I Keep It To Myself is¬†on Wilko Johnson’s new album Going Back Home, which features Roger Daltrey (vox), Norman Watt-Roy (bass), Dylan Howe (drums), Mick Talbot (keyboard) and Steve Weston (harmonica).¬†The¬†occasion¬†has also been marked by¬†a bespoke resurrection of the iconic Chess record label.
Now, in response to the original email, I could slide into a friendly discourse about how to identify song keys and pick the right harp for yourself, but I’ll save that pleasure for a rainy day. In any case,¬†divulging the secret could quite possibly make me redundant. So instead, let’s cut to the chase and call West Weston for the answer. You can listen to our chat and find the answer to Neil’s question on SoundCloud the end of this post. In the meantime, here’s¬†some background.. Continue reading
Eireann go Brach.. Happy St Patrick’s Day!
Virtually forgotten¬†in the post-war revival of traditional Irish music,¬†Celtic and folk¬†harmonica¬†has recently enjoyed a¬†massive rise in popularity.¬†This is largely down to the work of Brendan Power and Mick Kinsella, both of whom¬†joined us at¬†the UK Harmonica Festival in Bristol¬†2010.¬†To celebrate St Patrick’s day, let’s¬†investigate the Irish harmonica style a little further and learn a great tune called Garryowen.
Brendan’s 1993 recording¬†New Irish Harmonica ultimately led to his tenure in the Riverdance show, bringing him to the forefront of the Irish harmonica style. Meanwhile, native Irishman Mick Kinsella drew on compatriot Eddie Clarke as¬†the major inspiration for his Celtic harping. Both are active on the Irish folk music scene today, as well as TV, Radio and Film.¬†Did we recently hear Brendan on the soundtrack of the Leap Year movie? Continue reading
Happy Mardi Gras!
It‚Äôs time to enjoy some traditional, good-time¬†jazz on the harmonica.¬†And since it’s Mardi Gras, it would be very remiss if we didn’t pay a visit to The Big Easy. So, no tips required, here‚Äôs a song that everybody will recognise –¬†The Saints.
The Saints¬†started life as¬†an American gospel hymn that was sung quite slowly, but once the Jazz Bands of New Orleans got hold of it though, they really made it swing! Continue reading