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Let's get Tight - 2017 CD with Clare Moore. Moodists - Coral Snakes - mistLY. I don’t know what I am and don’t want to know any more than I already know. I aspire, in my music , to 40s B Movie (voice and presence) and wish I could play guitar like Charlie Christian or Grant Green -but not in this lifetime, I know.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

My tips on Travel- for what they're worth

I was interviewed about my views on travelling. My favourite venues and festivals and the like.
A few other performers as well.  I could name them but this is my blog and I ain't here to do no prick any favours. It would tax me to write their names. Nice people though! Mostly.

This is how the article appeared. I appreiate the edits needed  due to space and the room needing to be sweet for advertisers etc. I know all that!

It's nice. The musicians are all nice too. http://www.traveller.com.au/the-ultimate-travellers-gig-guide-gwl6i2

And just for the hell of it, here are the answers the way I sent them, the unedited typing.

#What’s your favourite venue to play in the world and why? [we’d want to know a bit about why you might love the town or city the venue is in as well, why the whole experience is superior to others - the only thing is that the venue needs to be still running so readers can visit it. Because it is a travel article, we’d need as much as possible about the place as the experience, for example, if the venue is, let’s say, The Bowery Ballroom in New York, why you would pick that but also what makes New York such a great city to play a show in, including what you might do before or after the show (where you’d go for dinner, drinks, or sightseeing)]

My favourite gig is always the last one I played. Its been an intense period recently. I have played on some interesting islands in the past, well the COCOS ISLANDS for one , in 2007, and that was quite amazing. We had to borrow some equipment from local people and this led to Clare Moore playing an electronic drum kit but we made show! 2500 ks into the Indian Ocean past Perth. Was just an unrepeatable experience. We had to stay on the island for a week. Which was lovely. Anyway, last week we did a gig on Dangar Island which is on the Hawkesbury river. We had to get our amps onto  water ferry for the brief trip to the island and the bowling club in which we were to play. Had a marvellous time. A gig pulled together by local people who just want to hear music. Those are my favourite kinds of places to play.

#Name the one venue in the world you haven’t played [that is still running] that you’d like to play, and why?

I haven’t played the Beacon theatre in New York. I would like to play there because, until recently, the Allman Brothers set up shop and played twenty dates there every December.  Otherwise , the Fillmore in San Francisco. Because I love West Coast music of the 60s period. I must say, in general, I believe its bands and performers who make memorable scenes rather than venues.

#What is your favourite city in the world to see live music or buy music, and why, please name a record store and/or venue there that is a must-see?

 Edinburgh has produced some great music. In 2013 I was lucky enough to be there to see the first of the POP GROUP reformation shows and they were completely wonderful. There is a great record shop there - quite small- called CODA MUSIC which has a lot of excellent folk music ON CD. I associate Edinburgh with my friends in a great band called BUCKLEYS CHANCE. They are named after Billy and Syuzen Buckley but also include Malcolm Ross on guitar who plays with us whenever we get to go there and also played in three magnificent POSTCARD RECORDS bands, Josef K, ORANGE JUICE and AZTEC CAMERA. I also associate Edinburgh with iconic folk performers like DICK GAUGHAN, MAGGIE HOLLAND and THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND.I feel very at home in Edinburgh and would live there if they could arrange a few more sunny days.

Another favourite city and venue is the wonderful GOLDEN DAWN in AUCKLAND. I just love the place and the whole city. New Zealand music is as good as their films, stellar! There is also a fantastic record shop which seems to be the repository of the entire North Islands record collection called REAL GROOVY RECORDS. I onle ever dive into bargain bins with a  $2 limit but I spent about $60 there in 10 minutes.

#If you could play one festival again where would it be? [best festival setting/vibe and why]

 Newport jazz and blues festival 1958. The whole audience wore preppy modern jazz gear and sat on deck chairs and grooved behind their RayBans. Anita ODay wore long gloves (maybe to hide her track marks). Chuck Berry killed it. Gerry Mulligan. A great film was made of it called JAZZ ON A SUMMERS DAY. Performances intercut with scenes of student parties on boats. In general, I can’t stand festivals, I like music in small clubs. It sounds and looks better. Festivals died in the mid seventies and somehow got revived in the 90s. Time for them to go away again.

#What’s your favourite musician-friendly hotel in the world and why?

 I prefer AIR B and B actually. Get to meet people outside of rock music. I stayed in one called K West in London once, named after the sign on the cover of Ziggy Stardust. It was pretty awful - too much attitooooood. The 90s in Sydney was great for a hotel in Kings Cross called the HOTEL NEW HAMPSHIRE where all the Australian bands stayed. The staff were cool.

#When in a hotel should one leave the TV where it is or throw it out the window? And in your touring life what is the most outrageous thing you have seen/done in a hotel?

Leave it where it is and keep it turned on. Just like home.

At the new Hampshire I went to go to take a leak and walked straight out the door of my room. Had to go to the reception to ask for a key, in my underpants. Not really outrageous but a little bit LARRY DAVID as I had been giving the German guy at reception hell over something or other earlier. A walk of shame I guess. He was smiling, I am sure.

Dave Graney and the mistLY w/Died Pretty and Radio Birdman July 1st Croxton Band Room

Dave Graney - solo - By request show- Sunday July 23rd at SOME VELVET MORNING. 123 Queens Parade in Clifton Hill. A LEAPS AND BOUNDS festival event. 

Dave Graney and Clare Moore Saturday August 5th and Sunday August 6th at the JUNK BAR in BRISBANE.

Dave Graney and the mistLY
The Wheatsheaf Hotel - Adelaide November 11th and 12th

still vacuuming - Everybody-lets get progly!

Yes, I'm still attached to this vacuum pack after my appendix operation. It creates a vacuum which helps the wound to heal. I dunno what they did before this as it's getting awful tedious carrying this thing around. Don't worry, I won't post any pictures. that would mean having to look at it myself.

Still, our health system is amazing. Visited at home by nurses to keep a check on the healing process. All really great, skilled workers. Thank you all!

In other news, we have this June single out. TWO BASS DRUMS AND A MELLOTRONE.

Inspired by long drives in April , playing in NSW, listening to Georgio "the dove" Valentino extoll the virtues of Genesis as he investigated them as a youth growing up in Miami in the late 80s/ early 90s. Weird huh? Music- where can't it go?

Dave Graney, bass, guitar, keys, vocals.
Clare moore, drums, vibes. keys.

Will Hindmarsh aka WAM, mellotron and vocoder.


this jam emanates from the north you know
from the USA and EUROPA
bespoke to my pal Georgio
Georgio “the dove” Valentino
he opened the book at Genesis
he closed the book at Genesis
from Genesis to Genesis ya dig?
two bass drums and a mellotrone

he strolls with his pal Patrizia F.
she knows the score from the streets she left behind
the king of Luxembourg nods out on his throne
two bass drums and a mellotrone

Miami, Detroit, Bruxelles
she sells seashells
vous connaissez Niagara?
Morrissey and Stipe walk into a bar
whats gonna happen man?
just havin’ a jar!
two bass drums and a mellotrone

put your “pr” in front of an “OG”
prolly get progly
party people know the party line
Clare Moore steps up to her vibraphone
Patrizia checks her herringbone
party up yer parlophone
daisies up yer piano
whoopsie doo!
dozey doze!
two bass drums and a mellotrone

at Charterhouse they got their flow
PA’s had yet to cruel the show
Genesis had the lowest blow
26” Phil
Peter 24”
two bass drums and a mellotrone

from Genesis to Genesis
Mahavishnu too “you know! you know!”

two bass drums and a mellotrone

party people know the party line
party up yer parlophone
daisies up yer piano

whoopsie doo!

dozey doe

lets get progly!


Here we are playing, early one morning in April at BEGA ABC. Just think - my appendix was about to gurgle and take fright....

Dave Graney and the mistLY w/Died Pretty and Radio Birdman July 1st Croxton Band Room

Dave Graney - solo - By request show- Sunday July 23rd at SOME VELVET MORNING. 123 Queens Parade in Clifton Hill. A LEAPS AND BOUNDS festival event. 

Dave Graney and Clare Moore Saturday August 5th and Sunday August 6th at the JUNK BAR in BRISBANE.

Dave Graney and the mistLY
The Wheatsheaf Hotel - Adelaide November 11th and 12th

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Memo Music Hall show debrief

THis show last Saturday by Dave Graney and the Coral Snakes (I always write it that way, just because I find it odd to just refer to it as a CORAL SNAKES show - I mean I wrote all the songs and sang them and  ..) at memo Music Hall in St Kilda was the most dramatic yet. A full room came along to see the gig. Thanks to all who came! I really appreciate it. The shows we have done since 2015 at that first Memo Show have been EPIC and quite exciting and the music stands as a unique, stand alone event from that 90s period in general.

Adelaide twice, Newcastle and Sydney twice and also Brisbane. There has been little noise in print or text or radio about the gigs but people come out of the cities to see us. Something happened and it meant something to all those people. It meant a lot to us too. The music was high grade and the lyrical side of it holds up too. We never earthed ourselves in youth culture or even alternative culture. Well, more so the latter but it was an alternative culture all of our own divining. Reaching back to 40's noir movies and poetry and football and all kinds of sly pop grooves. Never into distortion or anguish. Screw that grunge! We had compadres and peers locally and internationally and tried our best to matter in terms that were current.

Anyway, I wrote earlier of my burst appendix and the operation which happened about 14 days before this gig. We were going to cancel. I felt pretty weak and my voice had quite disappeared, due to the tubes going down my throat brushing against my vocal cords quite roughly. Then I actually felt better each day and thought we'd do the gig. Its hard to reconstitute a band and the show would have had to have been postponed and rescheduled. So we decided to NOT cancel or postpone it a week out from doors opening.

On the day I left hospital I was hooked up to a small vacuum pump which is connected to a tube which comes out of the wound in my side. This is on all the time and creates a vacuum which helps the wound heal and also sucks out any fluid which might be present. There was a bit of fluid as it turned out I had gotten a post op infection. Probably due to the appendix bursting and a lot of actual shit and bacteria swimming about my body and the open wound.

So I had to wear this little thing, about the size of a thick hardback book, around and also sleep with it on.   Our health system is amazing and I had a nurse visiting every day to attend the dressing and take blood pressure and general temperature and blood samples etc.
I wore the pump to some interviews at 3RRR and at 3AW in Melbourne. We also had a rehearsal and my voice came back.

On the day of the gig I kept pretty quiet and low key at soundcheck and leading up to showtime. I'm not the type to do a lot of performing off stage , anyway.

Julitha Ryan opened proceedings with a great band. Stu Thomas on bass, Mick Harvey on guitar and Idge on drums and Brett Poliness on percussion.

A few friends came backstage but I might have freaked them out with my stillness and long overcoat. I'd lost a  bit of weight, too.

For the gig I wore my dark blue Safari suit which I must have last pulled out of the cupboard some time in 1994. I needed the belt to feel its support around my waist. Holding stuff.

Before the show I unplugged my vacuum pump and sat on a stool as we started. Then I stood up and white line fever or Dr Footlights took over. I did a pretty tightly wound show as compared to our recent Basement Sydney gig which was intense and up close stuff.  After the first song I found my tempo and it all went really well. I like to do a show that hangs together for an hour and fifteen minutes. The talk and the moves and the music all builds to a point and releases over and over. Its a highly compressed set that we do. A decade of work in one gig.

People who haven't ever seen us think they know what we do or what a show is. They know fucking squat is what I'm sayin'! Their expectations are LOW.

After the gig I plugged back into my vac pack and went and stood at the merch table.

Our audience is vintage for the most part though there were some people in their twenties around. Fucking cool kids!

It's been great playing with Rod and Robin again. We might do more if we get the right kind of situation. We're not into going around playing in clubs and having to do all the heavy lifting as far as PR goes. We need that to be taken care of, part of the deal. Then we can just turn up and play.

Thanks again to everybody who came along.

And thanks to Clare Moore for organizing all the gigs, the logistics and the planning and timing amd rehearsing and getting information out to all concerned. It wouldn't happen without her tour managing and deciding and execution. 

Oh, and I've still got the vac pump connected. Hard Core!

Dave Graney and the mistLY w/Died Pretty and Radio Birdman July 1st Croxton Band Room

Dave Graney - solo - By request show- Sunday July 23rd at SOME VELVET MORNING. 123 Queens Parade in Clifton Hill. A LEAPS AND BOUNDS festival event. 

Dave Graney and Clare Moore Saturday August 5th and Sunday August 6th at the JUNK BAR in BRISBANE.

Dave Graney and the mistLY
The Wheatsheaf Hotel - Adelaide November 11th and 12th 


Monday, May 29, 2017

Vale Denis Johnson

This blog title "you were deep inside that thought" came from a Denis Johnson book I was enjoying called "ALREADY DEAD".

He passed away last week.

ALREADY DEAD was like a California thriller but totally modern. Absolutely everybody was stoned or in rehab. A brightly lit California - like James M Cain - but much biger and weirder.

Here is a story about him  from the NEW YORKER.

I tried another book called TREE OF SMOKE which pretty much defeated me, (My fault, I'm sure) but then I found another called THE LAUGHING MONSTERS. It was very good.

His writing teacher had been Raymond Carver.

His obituary in the New York Times.

hospital notes

Laying on my side in a hospital bed in the hils. I’d been here since Friday 19th when I came in with what turned out to be a perforated appendix. Operation was to be a simple keyhole entry and procedure but it eventually had to be done in the old school right lower abdomen sliced open cut style due to difficult position on the organ in my case or it’s deteriorated state.
I had planned to do an instore set on the 26th at Basement Discs but it wasn’t going to happen. I am going to play a show a week after that with the Coral Snakes at Memo Music Hall. (June 3rd)

ON anti-biotics and Oxycontin for first day or so through an IV drip in my arm. Also had a “drain” tube coming out from my right side. Visits to the toilet involved shuffling about in a blue gown with exposed back, wheeling  “tree” on wheels upon which hung the meds and liquids tubes and machines for measuring body temperature and blood pressure. Otherwise this tree sat next to the bed and I had to sleep on my back . All through the night I’d get woken to get vital signs measured and noted.

I was on a “nil by mouth” diet and was eventually given some cubes of ice to suck for a couple of days. Took a day or two to pass urine, narrowly avoiding a catheter being inserted. Took three days to pass wind.

It was important to pass the water, air and earth tests.

Mostly sleeping on my back due to drips and drain and the wound on my right side. A television was flown high above my feet on a bar overlooking the bed. You had to rent it. The curtains and the bed cover were beige. Your mind begins to kind of seize up, gripping itself tighter. In my case this meant musical motifs getting stuck on high internal looping rotation for hours. Trying to sleep then suddenly waking myself up with a  loud snore.

I was taken from emergency to the operating theatre after doctors had deliberated for four or five hours. My bed was pushed by a young woman who looked a bit like a character from Neighbours called Piper. I was wheeled into the theatre at 8:15 and woke up at about 10:30 with a doctor explaining to me that the operation had been longer and more complex than had been expected.

I had a nurse called J---, a Ghanian born woman with great warmth and authority. Another called ---sha who took over during the dayshift. Egyptian looking and was equally great at getting things done, explaining situations and making decisions. Another was an Indian woman who was also great at her job. Another nurse came around in full bhurka. Hey the Doctors were Chinese and Lebanese and Vietnamese and Phillipine. Outside , the Australians were being yelled at about foreigners ruining the country. In reality they’re making it all a lot better!
Andrew Bolt, Ray Hadley, Pauline Hanson, Peter Dutton go off and fuck yourselves- we’re doing really well despite you.

Some nurses just have “it”. A tone and some signalling of empathy and care. Others are all caught up in the procedures and the protocols and paperwork. I appreciate, there’s a lot of that. 

I was also amazed at the way doctors and nurses have to talk through things and test ideas out.  I'm used to a world where people just yell so much. Especially in the digital world. One night at 3am I heard a doctor asking  patient all kinds of intimate , rote questions about their general health. They can only go by what the other person tells them.

After a few days I got unhooked from the drain and the drips. I had no solid food from Friday to Tuesday. I was given salty broth, green jelly, apple juice and an icy pole. Previous to that it had been ice cubes only.
Perhaps I’ll shield your eyes from the next few scenes as I struggled to touch EARTH. (Euphemism). Could not STRAIN. Words fail. Time stretched out. Dank, dark, clay, mud. Walking corridor with a wonky tree. “You fucking piece of shit!” Literally this time.
Potions, manoeuvres, over a half a day. Measured from somewhere before dawn and after midnight. Dank night of the ….. Pebbles, clay. Stank. Putridity.

Clear air after that. Hard to pass solids when you haven’t ingested any. Hey, I’ve processed it all now. Forgotten it, brushed under the carpet of my wig.

The room I was in had two beds. On the first few nights I shared it with a man who’d had a hernia operation. Then came a 31 year old woman who had come in with appendix problems but the surgeon came in and told her he’d taken out either the tube to her right ovary or the her ovary itself.

She had waited for the operation for a few hours on the Saturday until she was wheeled out that evening. Until then she’d been on a “nil by mouth” diet. She continued on that diet through the next ay as another procedure had been mooted. Her boyfriend/husband came in. Overweight, dressed in black street wear and sound like he had a strong dose of the flu. He brought in a Chinese take away meal and proceeded to eat it all up quite loudly. A young pregnant female came in with “ a big bag of chippies” and the boyfriend helped to devour those as well. The female patient  just lay there I guess. The boyfriend then carried on with successive voluble phone conversations with an associate who had some  product that another person had arranged to buy but was now talking of a different (lower than agreed) price or just a down payment and the rest to be settled at a later date. Our man in the hospital room seemed to be the supplier to the retailer and knew the buyer too and carried on an artfully vague drug deal at high volume for an hour or two, talking with the two bickering players, assuring them in easy gab that he wasn’t making any profit anywhere, sweet talking the world. And sniffing and coughing otherwise, when briefly off the phone. After one particularly “Ba-Da_Bing” style confab with a male associate his girlfriend in the hospital bed tremulously asked who a woman was that he’d mentioned by name in his pool room flow of oiled words. He had clicked the phone off and asked her why she was looking at him as if he’d done something wrong. He swatted this annoying fly of intimate life away by assuring her it was all business related.

She suffered in the bed. At some point, late in the Saturday night there was a disturbance in the corridors. My sense of distance and idea of where I was in the building was all out of whack. It sounded like a meth head going off at the world. An old voice, though. Nothing really violent, just loud words. None of the nurses or doctors were concerned, no security was involved. Someone walked out of the ward, happily yelling. I had presumed it was our dealer friend but he had been asleep, slumped in a chair by the bed in the corner. His driver eventually came and was off to settle the score down.

I would hear the girl/woman reach for her bag of crisps first thing in the morning, also cracking  can of soft drink. Before breakfast came. She spoke to the nurses and doctors, anxious to get her tubes tied.
We exchanged no conversation or pleasantries t all. The day she left I had the room to myself in the afternoon. For half a day I sat in a chair by the window and let the sun shine in on me.

I don’t mean to paint a picture or roughness and dystopia. When I spent those first few hours in Emergency I had engaged that particular entry level nurse in conversation, asking if there were wilder nights or times than there was just then. I was thinking of bleeding brainless wild ice zombies and drunks. She replied casually that weekends were bad due to so many sports injuries. That had seemed so cute. A junkie couple had been wandering the corridor, feeling very much at home.

An older woman took the other half of the room. The first evening, her blood pressure was so low it triggered an event where all the doctors and nurses had to gather around and deliberate on what was happening and what was to be done.
Another night, she had two transfusions. It seemed she was anaemic and they were looking for internal bleeding. She had a catheter inserted and moaned through most nights.

Yes, I was feeling the mortality.

Trapped in my bed, I got equally ensnared by the television. Two reality shows were on from Sunday to Wednesday.
“The 7 Year Switch” on Channel 7 about four revolting couples who are having relationship troubles and are sent away to hang about with different partners and talk about each others problems.
The other show was “House Rules” which was about four different but equally revolting couples who fix up each others houses. There are judges involved, who are crass and disgusting as well. It was amusing for the sheer, choreographed bitchiness involved . Masterful manipulations of weak, thin and dry caricatures.
TV ads I hope to never see again included Ford, Toyota and Trivago. All featuring “brand female faces”, like a throwback to the early days of cinema with the “Biograph girl”. There’s also a Panadol ad with an annoying Barista barrow boy who yells. “do I look like I’ve got time for a headache?”. Far too aggressive, and I was on the stuff.

Nurse talk at different times….

“Oh when he was pushing that swab in – I couldn’t look!”
I said – “hey – I don’t wanna hear any weakness from you! I’m depending on you to be squeam free…”

Another “OOOH, you’ve got great veins- I don’t know which one to choose…..”

We have an amazing health system in Australia. We must do everything to stop the LNP selling us the American version. 


Sunday, May 28, 2017

I hate Virgin Airlines

I took my beautiful acoustic Maton guitar to Darwin for a gig and it was handled very badly. Virgin Airlines. I took it out of the case and it ha d a big crack in the body. I bought this guitar for about $2000 in 1996. I love it. You take a guitar with you up to the counter when you fly and ask to take it to "oversize baggage", to lay it on a conveyor belt as opposed to just sending it down the normal chute with your other baggage. Usually they make you sign a  FRAGILE form. For some resaon I didn't sign one this time. It's just a big pantomime of "care" anyway.

This is how it came out the other end. It still played but the body was comproized. I was in town for two shows and looked up Virgins baggage damage claim online and brought it to the attention of one of their people back in Melbourne. Head shaking began that I should have done something in Darwin, but I hadn't looked until I was at the show.
I went through all the manouvres. Back in melbourne I even got a stat dec signed ( as required by their online form). I sent it all off. These are the kinds of replies you get from the organization.

Dear David,

Thank you for taking the time to share your feedback of your experience with Virgin Australia.
I am sorry to hear of the inconvenience caused as a result of the damage to your guitar.
Virgin Australia takes great care of baggage. Unfortunately, due to the nature of air travel, items can occasionally be damaged during the flight.
Many items can be damaged at any point in flight, as some bags can move about the hold while weighing up to 32 kilograms. Therefore, it is impossible to guarantee the safety of each baggage item and we do outline which items we do and do not cover, high-lighting the benefits of travel insurance to cover baggage that the airline does not compensate for, such as sporting equipment and fragile items.
Should a guest travel with any fragile items as a part of their checked in baggage, the items travels at the guest’s own risk as we are unable to take responsibility or be liable for fragile items as stated in our Conditions of Carriage clause 19.5 which are accepted at the time of booking.
In order to remain fair and equitable to all guests, I am unable to assist you with the claim and Virgin Australia is unable to accept liability for any damage caused.
We recommend all of our guests purchase travel insurance before their journey, to cover such occurrences.
Please rest assured, I have forwarded your feedback to our Ground Operations Management team for their internal review.

Once again, I apologise for the disappointment and inconvenience caused due to this experience. We appreciate your continued support of Virgin Australia and look forward to welcoming you on board in the near future.

Kind regards,

Dear Mr. Graney,
Thank you for your response. I am sorry to hear of your continued disappointment.  I have reviewed your request with my senior management and in line with our Baggage Policy I am unable to comply with your request.Once again thank you for contacting Virgin Australia and we look forward to welcoming you on board in the near future.

Kind regards,..... etc

Dear Mr. Graney,

Firstly, I would like to apologise for the ongoing disappointment.
Mr. Graney, I do certainly understand your discontent as we have not met your expectation at this instance. Hence, I would like to extend my sincere apologies for any inconvenience this has caused.
Please be advised that your claim has been assessed in line with our Baggage Policy and I can advise that we are unable to cover your claim for your damaged guitar.
For such events we do recommend to our guests to purchase travel insurance that may assist you with such damage.
Once again thank you for contacting Virgin Australia.
Kind regards,

Just as an aside, isn't it amazing the aura of corporations and their figureheads in our culture? Take Virgin, for instance and it's grinning, giggling head who launched his Australian airlne playing himself as  a cross between James Bond and Hugh Hefner. How do guys like that get ahead? They don't seem that smart, really. Just lucky arseholes.

And it was also such a rock'n'roll airline. 

The way these comuniquees are worded with all that fake, caring codswallop. It happened in the past to another guitar and that time I had spoken to a young Virgin cadre who just said "sorrreeee...." with his head on the side and a concerned look and then walked off.

Just whingeing here I know. What can you do? It's a very whingeable world!

What I know is that when you check a guitar in , if you sign the FRAGILE form, it means they have no responsibility. It seems if you don't, its the same. It's always your fault.

The airports in each city were sold off in the 90's or 00"s by the second worst LNP government ever, the Howard-Costello push. The airlines take the people and the baggage is outsourced to someone else but it's aways your fault. Your responsibility. Everybody else is busy- looking after you and caring for you. Even your disappointments.

What a bunch of fuckin' turds. there, I don't feel better.

Maton are fixing it. It's in a queue after Archie Roach's, which was run over by a forklift.

The gigs were very enjoyable. Very Darwin. One at the railway Club and one on the foreshore for May Day for a Union event. I told them at the beginning we had no blues or Bon Jovi with us. Nobody squealed.

I hate Virgin Airlines.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Notes from the Lets Get Tight tour

We released LETS GET TIGHT as a CD and got in the van to do some shows. Simple plan. It's a 14 track album, compiled of songs we've released over the last year or so. Most tracks put  down by myself and Clare Moore, playing all the instruments.

You can find it at our website or at Redeye Records in Sydney, Basement Discs and Rocksteady in Melbourne and StreetLight in Adelaide.

Our first shows were with Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes at Lizottes in Newcastle and at the Basement in Sydney. We'd organized for some friends from luxembourg to come and open at all the shows. Georgio "the dove" Valentino and Patrizia F. 

Clare Moore played drums for them as a trio. 

Georgio is originally from Miami and also spent time in Detroit and then Brussels. Lizottes is a lovely venue, an old converted cinema. Georgio plays to people as a straight up star / player. Nothing rootsy or earthy and accommodating. It helps that they are a glamour pairing. We picked them up in Sydney, where they'd flown into and drove to Newcastle.
The show with the Coral Snakes was as enjoyable as they have all been over the last year or so. Robin Casinader and Rod Hayward are great players and great people. The show rocked. It was EPIC.  
The next day , Saturday, we played at the Basement and this was equally as enjoyable. A classic jazz basement bar in the heart of Sydney.  At these shows we get to play to people who lost sight of us after we stopped the Coral Snakes in late 1997. Its the only way they can see us. Some are surprised when I tell them we've kept playing ever since and have released 15 or so albums. Show business is nutty, I'm down with that. 

Georgio had some 7' vinyl singles to trade to people for cash. Recorded in Melbourne at Mick Harveys studio in 2016 with us and David McClymont on keys and bass.  

Patrizia often asked about Koalas. One day we found one. 

On the Sunday we played at a Bowling Club on Dangar island which is in the middle of the Hawkesbury River, back on the highway between Sydney and Newcastle. We had to catch a water ferry across. Stu Thomas stayed for this gig and got to teh venue with georgio and Patrizia. Clare and I were a little late and missed our ferry. As we waited for another in a little shed by the river, it started to rain. A couple came in to catch the ferry as well and the woman said hello. They seemd to be going across to the show. The man had a North American accent and I asked where he was from in the States, to make with the chat. "Gettin' tired of that question!" He yelled to an audience who were not visible to any of us. Silence ensued and they thankfully left. 
We got to the island  and set up and made show. Georgio plays a loud electric guitar, full of delay and reverb, with lovely arpeggiated flourishes. he covers Mickey Newbury and David Bowie songs and occasionally does a 20 minute groove about Chuck Berry and water sports. 
A woman who I knew as a teen came along to say hello. Later , she sent me a picture of our gang at the beach in 1976. I am appalled how androgynous I look. 

There on no cars on Dangar Island. We stay the night with Steve who booked us. He lives there , the lucky bum. We drink and play records with friends. A few locals drop in and Patrizia is worried things will get too raunchy, then a woman takes her top off and starts to dance on a chair and two guys walk around with plates full of pot brownies. It does suggest an orgy is on the cards. Luckily they all ran out of steam and leave before anything Trumpian or Berlusconian ensued. 

In the morning we breakfast and then catch boats across to the mainland and drive back to Sydney. I would love to return!

On our day off I did a long interview with Barry Divola for an internet radio channel about my earliest exposures to popular music. This is available to stream or podcast. 

On the Tuesday we play at the Bearded Tit, which is a cool neighborhood bar in Redfern. This is suposed to be just Georgio playing. I get up and play some guitar with the trio. Lots of old friends turn up at this show, a wonderful Sydney atmosphere. Clare and I do a few songs as well. Georgio and Patrizia play with us on All Our Friends Were Stars, Night Of the Wolverine, Rock'n'Roll Is Where I hide and a new track called I'm never Off, which Georgio played guitar on for the recording.

From there it's a long drive to Cowra where we play to about 30 locals in a  wine bar in the main drag. We'd driven through places like Bega to get there. It wa s asmall stage so Georgio played sol and also insisted on playing several songs in Italian by a noted singer songwriter from Italy. Question marks hovered in the room over everybodys heads. 
Clare and I played as a duo, guitar and keys. 

The next day, a Friday, we headed to Bowral, back toward Sydney, and played in a larger bowling club. Here we were joined by Patrizia and georgio again and played a rocking show.
Then it was to the Blue Mountains to play at the Hotel Gearin in Katoomba. All this regional country was new to our Euro friends so it was a pleasant touring party. This room was full and the place was quite large. We had a  few sound problems, none of our doing but we made show and feasted on fish and wine in our green room. Some old friends were in the room. A cool night. 

On the Sunday we played at Smiths Alternative in Canberra. This was abook shop two or three years ago but has become a straight up venue right in the Civic area in the middle of town. Quite a hub for local musicians and a great sounding room. Robin Casinader came along and played some violin with Georgio and some keys with Clare and I. 
I had started to ask people if they'd come aong wanting to hear anything in particular as we were playing a  set heavy on songs from LETS GET TIGHT. In Katoomba someone had asked for Brass Buttons from teh White Buffaloe (1989) period and somebdy else asked for I Don't Know Anything from Heroic Blues (2001). In Canberra a fellow asked for Runaway from the Moodists and Clare and I just eased into it and played it just right with drums and electric guitar. 

Before we left Canberra we visited the TENT EMBASSY which is outside the Old parliament House. 

We then drove to Candelo  which was quite a drive. The gig came about through an Australian radio contact Georgio had made in Italy. He had suggested us swinging past this area and so here we were. A couple of days off saw us do a live to air at the local ABC and generally just take a breather. We had also been helped to do teh show by a local musician called Melanie Horsnell. We had some dinner at here house. Which is in a field by the town and which she has been building herself. Whilst bringing up two daughters under 5 years old. And continuing to write and perform music..... She opened for the show in the town General Store the next day and I was really struck by her amazing skills as a guitar player and singer. Absolutely effortless. She played a Dan Kelly song - an artist she clearly finds great inspiration from - and generally shone as a peformer and writer. Such a  natural.

We filled the cafe with people on a Wednesday night in a  regional town. The cafe owner asked me "how we went" as we packed up. After we had paid for all of our food and drinks.....

A woman came to the soundcheck with some wild life...

A Joey in a blanket.

On the Thursday, Clare Moore and I drove for nine hours back to Melbourne and dropped our international players off in the hills and then played a Harry Howard and the NDE gig in St Kilda.

On the Sunday - Easter Sunday - we did a show at the Tote in Melbourne. This was very disappointingly under attended show but very rich in musical comradeship. I did a set as half of WAM and DAZ. Then I played guitar and Clare played drums with Georgio and Patrizia . Then Penny Ikinger did a wondefrul solo set and Clare and I also joined her for two songs on drums and bass and then we did a set with the mistLY. Musically, a fantastic night. Otehrwise, one of those nutty, frustrating showbiz nights. Perhaps the wrong venue (though I think its great), perhaps the wrong day, perhaps too much other stuff on. Perhaps....

Showbusiness can get awful Becketty I know, I'm down with that. I must go on.

A few days rest and we drove to Adelaide to play with Georgio and Patrizia and also Harry Howard and the NDE.

We drove over in our van for a few days R&R, did the two sets and then drove back, this time with Harry and Edwina for company.

Tonight, we'll do one last set with our European friends. Its been great travelling about with them. 



Dave Graney and the mistLY - Darwin railway Club. NT. April 29th.

We'll be doing a  lunchtime LETS GET TIGHT CD instore at Basement Discs Friday May 26th.

Dave Graney and the Coral Snakes - MEMO MUSIC HALL , St Kilda - JUNE 3rd.



2014 solo album from Dave Graney. *****"If I've learnt anything in my years of writing about music it's that if you are going to do anything of worth in this tough game, you better have your own thing. Today's generic is easily replaced by tomorrow's. And yet you need to be flexible, to follow wherever the songs demand. In the case of this, only the second credited as a solo album among 30 or so Graney releases, it's a curious yet welcoming lane he walks you down, with acoustic guitars, not much percussion, vibes, smooth sounds. At the end of it you feel like you've awoken from a strange yet pleasant summer's dream. As shot by Luis Bunuel. It ranges from off-kilter reveries (A Woman Skinnies Up a Man, The Old Docklands Wheel) through to the softly seductive (How Can You Get Out of London) and the downright arch (Look Into My Shades, Everything Is Great In The Beginning.) This is music that is neither folk, nor blues, nor country, but it's all Graney, somewhere out to the left field beyond Lee Hazlewood's raised eyebrow. It's astringent on the tongue but sweetens in the telling." Noel Mengel Brisbane Courier Mail

you've been in my mind

June 2012 super high energy pop rock album - blazing electric 12 strings - total 70s rock drive. Greatest yet! available via paypal - $20 pp

rock'n'roll is where I hide/- 2011 "vintage classics/ re recordings" on LIBERATION


SUPERMODIFIED - August 2010 remixed/re-sung/re-strung//remastered/replayed comp via PAYPAL

also available as a digital album

Knock yourself (2009)-first ever dg solo set-filthy electro r&b-available via Paypal- $20

available as a digital album too

We Wuz Curious (2008)-blazing R&B jazz pop album available via paypal-$20


Keepin' It Unreal-(2006)-minimalist/lyrical vibes,bass and 12 string set - available $20 via Paypal


Hashish and Liquor (2005 double disc by Dave Graney and Clare Moore) available via Paypal $25

Single album HASHISH available as a digital release

Heroic Blues- "folk soul" set from 2002-Available $20 via Paypal

UNAVAILABLE ! Completely sold out!

Night of the Wolverine-1993-Reissued 2004 w/extra tracks from the future-available $20 via paypal


It is written,baby-book released 1997- available $10 via paypal