Some people know what they want to do for a living. Others find out over time discovering bits and pieces till it all comes together. The saddest lot are those who’ve never had the opportunity to find out (self-inflicted or otherwise).
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve known since I can remember that I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
Music on the other hand is something I’ve had to discover. From fantasizing about being in a band as a kid to playing around with the guitar always left in the Quiet Room at college. From hearing about classmates getting gigs; wondering what it would be like to sing with them to deep and meaningful discussions about music with my old friend and “musical brother” Eddie.
I got my first drum during university; a little tribal thing with a clay base and proper animal skin (Egyptian I think). I’d jam with another musical friend of mine at the time (Steve) and sometimes we’d belt out a scorcher.
It was also during university that I first learnt to dance. Before then I was much too shy and self-conscious. But I had a good group of friends and we’d get on the dancefloor in a circle and it felt good. Since then the dancefloor’s been my thing. I’m not a drinker but I can still go out and have a good time (and I’ve gotten compliments too from friends, friends of friends and the admiring faces of strangers). It’s all about being comfortable in your skin and then you move in a way that feels natural to you; even when I air guitar - but then that’s because I’m a geek.
I met Chris just before I left for university but we didn’t get close until I came back. We’d have similar kinds of deep and meaningful conversations as I’d had with Eddie and we kept the fires burning for music whether we were in bands or not.
My first band was with Eddie and a guy we’d known since college called Si. He was the Butthead to Eddie’s Beavis, the Wayne to his Garth – you get the picture.
Looking back there was so much I didn’t know about music at the time that it’s no wonder we never got off the ground.
My second band was with my cousin and his workmates at the fairground. I’d been playing the drums for about a year having got a job and money and one day got a call from him. He asked if it was true that I’d got a drumkit. I said yes. He asked if I could play. I said I could keep a rhythm. He said that was good enough and I was in. I didn’t mention that I didn’t know much else but as fate would have it the lead singer was an ex-drummer and he taught me the basics.
That band fizzled out. I clicked with the bass player, probably because we were the only ones willing to have fun and mess about. Maybe it was because we were both on the rhythm section but we’d get a kick out of matching our fills. Everyone else pushed too hard to learn the songs which I get but you can’t work hard and have no fun (just as you can’t the other way round).
So I learnt rudimentary drums and a bit about band dynamics.
After that nothing much happened by way of music. Chris joined a jazz band and played Summertime or something. He learnt lots about the production side of thing. Became a great pianist… The drums eventually went into storage. I danced more and more during nights out and sang my heart out to records.
Little did I know that The Crunchy Biscuits were forming behind the scenes…
To be continued here…
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20/04/2010
Dracula Meets Frankenstein Meets Crunchy Biscuits
Welcome once again to Milk and Cookies Time at Castle Biscuits. Today's story will be all about the origins of two frightening (in a good way? You decide!) songs; Now It's Alive, It's Frankenstein & Look Out! Dracula!
So we did a rough and spontaneous take of Frankenstein some time ago and I thought that'd be good to write lyrics to. It's straight to the point, with an easy structure and fun content so adapting Mary Shelley's horror/sci-fi masterpiece should be fun. It was and I came up with this:
Now it’s Alive - It’s Frankenstein
With a ball of string and a pair of scissors
A patchwork man from the cemetery village
Awake!
Awake!
Awake!
Awake!
With the rod of Zeus and a mother of thunder
A killer’s heart and a childlike wonder
Obey!
Obey!
Obey!
Obey!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Crushed some flowers and killed some children
Tried to hide away in the top of a windmill
You ran
Away
Away
Away
Away
You played god and he played rough
Can you make a wife from the corpse of your love?
Is he man or is he monster?
And is he really gone forever?
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now It’s Alive!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive
Now it’s alive – it’s Frankenstein!
…it’s alive…
Look Out! Dracula!
A tale!
A tragedy in Transylvania!
A terrible man called Vlad the Impaler
Lover, a killer, an immortal saviour
If you sold your soul to unholy Satan
Please stake me
I loved a vampire
Please stake me
I loved a vampire
Inside the bride of
Vlad the Impaler
She bites like a diamond
She tries to save ya
From a miserable life and a wife who hates ya
Please take me
Please take me
Please take me
She hates me
He crossed the land
The rain came down
In a boat in a tomb
Filled with sacred ground
Sailors went missing
Rats came ashore
The priests wept blood
And the wives turned to whores
Throw me a lifeline
Show me a good time
I’ll drink from your bloodline
In time before dawn
Throw me a lifeline
Drink from his bloodline
He swore he loved ya
From a lifetime before
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
Look out! Dracula!
It is good fun writing stories for songs.
Incidentally for you purists out there I know that Frankenstein's Monster is the correct term but it just doesn't fit lyrically. So there.
16/04/2010
Son of Scotch Eggs!
Today's post is brought to you by the recurrent theme of Scotch Eggs.
So we've had another few weeks off getting our shit together. I think it's like in American TV when they take a break in the middle of the season. So now we're at Season Two Part Two and possibly approaching our season finale. What end story will we write for ourselves? Will the scotch eggs return to devour us all? Or is it Bubba Ho-Tep part 13 resurrecting yet again for another chomp at our brains?
Speaking of scotch eggs I should say that these images are from the Harwood Arms in Fulham (London I think) of a little pub who made it big last year with a gourmet menu. Never been there but those eggs sure look nice!
Here is me from Season 2 Part 2 Week 1 (okay now it's getting confusing - and pedantic). Chris was pretty knackered that day so slept it off leaving Dan and yours truly to come up with our own stuff. What I mostly remember is the sheer fun of getting back together after time off. Dan has gotten good though. I'm looking forward to where it will take us.
Also when Chris had woken up and it had gotten late we decided on a quieter thirty minute session (where I can control the volume on my drum machine). We did some good stuff and I was well chuffed when I learnt how Chris spontaneously vocalises nonsense lyrics. I listened, tuned in and became a fully fledged duel vocalist. Even though it was about sheep.
Week 2 we turned heavy metal.
Weeks 3 - 14 who knows? If I might get back to the TV analogy (heh, I said anal) it'll be like when the series stops doing one off/stand alone episodes and concentrates on doing an arc. It's like where the big bad turns up in the sub plots and escalates a conflict to the season finale. Something is baking here at Biscuit Stately Manor and we are preparing to slay with six and four stringed axes and er... pointed drumsticks.
Tune in soon for newer, exciting developments!
P.S. Ok I'll admit it, these eggs do look testicular...
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