if you get any more strings for your bow, your gonna need more bows. your a cleverer person than i thought, and i thought you were very clever!

steve howe of yes has been using guitar stands for several years, but they're not as inventive as yours!

you say your going to put a clamp on the bottom for more support, this sounds like a good idea as things can get rather hectic during a gig and a little knock might tip the balance.

good idea

phill

i find the main problem with speed bumps is that they are most effective with people that are more considerate of their speed anyway. the boy-racers, and the plebs who drive around in mammy or daddy's car, just ignore them and fly over them as if they were ski jumps.

there is an estate nearby with a school in the middle of it. there is a 20 mph limit there, yet i've still witnessed drivers doing 40 +!
and the worst offenders?   THE MOTHERS DROPPING THEIR KIDS OFF or picking them up...how sad is that? and they park on the zig-zags, and how outraged they'd be if a child got run over?

they may well be trying to improve things, still the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

phill

well done bud!

cant wait to hear your stuff. i've only once ever been in a real studio. it was a converted coal shed, sound-proofed and the mixing console was in a caravan...yeah i know! but bonnie tyler had recorded there too...so there you go

phill

hi david,

i'm with you all the way on that, i am very saddened at the urban degeneration [as they like to call it] that i guess we are all experiencing. we could blame it all on thatcher, or gratuitous violence on tv. or even on the garbage music we hear these days, not all of it i must add, just the gansta rap and most of the rest of it! but everything i wrote here is fact, there are no exagerations or made up bits, just true memories of a better time now sadly gone.

hi stransongs,

speedbumps

just seem to grow here, we dont need any more of them! and to be honest, it seems the council are more than a little to blame for all this ... mess we are in. i dont want to start ranting again...so i wont.

thanks for your replies, lets get some more home-town poems up here

phill

hi cam,

i've been playing in front of live audiences for 30 years, big one's and little `un's! but the hardest one of all was my dad. my parents came a few times to see me in various groups and duo's, and i'd always look at him to see if i could make out his thoughts...never could.
then the last time he came to see me, he actually gushed! i thought yes, i've made it! the show was in his local club, and all his mates [who didnt know me] gave me a big ovation. i suppose it was a relief that i didnt shame him.

still, people come all the time to shake my hand and say that was great, but the words from dad mean more than any other accolade.

phill

if i was allowed to swear, i'd say how "flipping" brilliant this bit of "prose" as you call it, is.

this has to be the most moving poem i've ever read, as you know i wrote a lot about the "wars" and soldiers, earlier this year, but you've captured in this one piece what i strived [futilely] to say.
your writing is so descriptive, i felt i was there, staring at the helmet in front of me, smelling the fear that we exude involuntarily.
rarely can i say that i pictured in my mind the written word. it could easily have been one of cornwell's best works.

congratulations and thanks for sharing.

phill

hello helena,

back with a bang i see.
i'm so glad you've returned to us and brought us such a wonderful piece of poetry. well done to marcalan for inspiring this work, i only wish i could inspire [or be inspired] at this time.

by the way lena, it's poured down all day it's now 8 o'clock and the sun has come out shining, how's the sky in the emerald isle?

phill

hi jeff

yup, even in the wild west of wales, we used to dream of and play cowboys and indians! i used to live near a lot of farms, so my mates and me used to go play in the fields, using sticks for bows and arrows, and pretend six shooters and horses...the good old days!

of-course these days the kids have to have replica guns and real bows and arrows...no imagination. but we did have real cows [i married one, were divorced now]

well written song evoking childhood memories of hopalong cassidy and the lone ranger, then back down to earth with the desk and keyboard and the healthy? smell of cow manure!

phill

hello again

nice song again, dont worry about the chopro formatting, it still catches me out and i've done it loads of times, just remember to put thecurly kind of brackets in.

[] brackets with "song" between them

{}  with "t:" first then the song title
{} for your name or whatever with st: shuvelhead curly bracket
[]soc start of chorus
[] eoc  end of chorus
[] sob start of bridge
[]eob end of bridge
and when it's done [] with /song then you'll get

starting over again by shuvelhead

hi guys,
you've all nailed it, unfortunately the only one who cant see the wood for the trees is him!
sometimes i think if he had twice the number of braincells, he'd still have an odd number, and then it would argue with itself...

they've been together now for 3 years, and it seems like a continuous cycle;
week 1. they're all loved up.
week 2 he starts moaning about her.
week 3 he kicks her out [she lives with him!]
week 4 she moves back in.
in the past she's smashed his t v, cut up all his clothes, smashed his windows and attacked him with a knife. the police have been called but he wont press charges, and next day she's back, and it's all his fault.
last weekend she attacked him in a local pub, and bit his mate and tore his shirt off his back. his mate was very upset as it was his pink floyd "dark side of the moon, live" shirt, she was arrested then bailed, no charges...how sick is that?
his mother has given up on him [he's my step-son] and his brother is coming back from australia to "sort his head out" seeing is believing...
recording under construction

thanks

phill