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HarrySeven - Intangible Asset Appraiser & Wrecker of Civilisation. Searching for weird guitars - so you don't have to.
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In a lot of cases I'm not sure I would have wanted the "rock star" lifestyle. I suspect in many (but not all!) cases it was put on for effect. Even at the height of their fame, many/most musicans avoid it. Reading Roger Daltry's autobiography last year I noticed he would avoid most of the shenanigans in The Who and this was his deliberate choice. Personally I believe the concept of continuing to be creative and enjoying life whilst getting through swathes of alcohol and drugs is complete nonsense. The music and the guitar is the thing. And the rewards of course.
But yes, this is the era for me. Preferably as the second guitarist in ZZ Top, those guys looked like they had the best time ever. Being in Led Zeppelin would probably have killed me.
Lots of work on massive hits, and my sort of music, that you were allowed to put your stamp on and that still bring in recording artist points and royalties for them e.g. Thriller album
I also wouldn't mind being either Scott Gorham or Robbo on the Thin Lizzy Live & Dangerous tour
One night popping a pill in the Hacienda changes life. Dance elements come in to the songs and the band’s clubbing every weekend. Riding high in press, a live appearance in The Word, an NME cover is the pinnacle. Then follows months of partying and clubbing, during which the recording of the 2nd album keeps being delayed.... things get dark, band relationships get frayed.. some want to go full on dance.... others want to go 60’s pop... The 2nd album is a terrible, a flop, panned by the NME and MM, gig audiences vanish. As Britpop takes hold, the band has a violent argument in an M6 motorway service station and split up. After rehab, I move to a remote cottage in the Welsh hills, only making the odd open mic appearance in the local. Success was brief, but enough tales or a lifetime. The book is in the works.
Been uploading old tracks I recorded ages ago and hopefully some new noodles here.