Almost Midnight At The Running Horse

Its close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. ‘Weevil K’inevil’ in fact. On a very hot.. almost autumn’s night. Past our bedtimes. With a big thanks to Will Robinson / I’m Not From London. Sailor Jerry’s Rum. (great Sponsors) Slight sore head this morn. A night of varying musical styles. Some great […]

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Debut: now the fun part, no Politics….

No politics. One comment. We are now so far up shit creek without bog roll or swan vestas. One must concentrate on the good that is making music!  So after a while writing, rehearsing, getting the band line up finalised. We get to here. We got to last night and Subway Circus live debut. Brill!

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It’s been a while. Life is busy. A promotion in job to boot. ig dilemma with either dropping down to a 4 day working week or climbing the ladder. Was over the moon to get the job! Difficult decision. No regrets through.  I’m ambitious and a hard worker. So have to work that bit harder to balance both work and music. With art thrown in somewhere. More responsibility = affording new instruments ultimately – Still can’t quite afford to shop at Waitrose though! Yippee!

~ Claudine

The A-Z of my Week. Musicians, Linkedin and Enemies Behold

Here is the A of my week.

Righty ho. Another good week. Knackering but productive, positive and surrounded by love.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on medication. My PMT rage is at its height. But that will be eased later by a removal session in a loft without SPIDERS. Please let there be non. By the mere mention I’ve law of attracted them. OOOh MUMMY!

So after the 3 week relationship with a winter virus of doom.  Kindly and really, they should have been so generous, given to me by my colleagues and then spread by me to more work colleagues, not through snogging as previous rumours stated 😉  One of the perils of working in a hospital visiting many wards. An apple a day didn’t keep my Doctor away. I had such healthy intentions to survive dark January too. But there has been a lot of dark about. My light is too strong and bright though.

Now I suffer the sort throat lurgy irritation. Luckily the solo set I played on Friday wasn’t too hampered and squeaky chat line husky voice encumbered.

Watch the performance here : 

Exit – By Claudine West aka Bog Woppit

 

It was blinking well nippy out. In between the urge to cough my lungs up half way though.  My fingers stopped working on the chorus finger picking parts on ‘Unusual Haunts.’ “I ain’t no pussy nor primadonna!”  One carries on regardless like a true pro, A soldier of strumming!  (nice comparison to the birds voice out of the Beautiful South that man! Thank you )  I don’t keep calm as I cringe at that saying. I get excited. I’ve been working with my solo stuff for quire a few months now after a hiatus. One I redescovered what I truly loved. The things I was doing pailed into insignificance. If the passion is no longer there, and things get overcrowded with unnecessaries who lack vision and experimentation ability,  its time to go.  Big thanks to the organisers of Sneinton Market Light Night, Nottingham. Amy Dickens at Red Rox Projects  and Sound Engineer Phil Taylor . Check out this fab band The Breakfast Club.  I love their sound and instrument swapping. Suitcase drums too!  New album ‘Petrol Money’ –  ‘Work Related Stress’

2013 was busy with studies and a new job. It took time to learn (and I still am) all of the clinical knowledge needed to do it effectively. I’m blessed with a supportive team and Matron. Central Procurement has been my favourite job so far. It has only taken 22 years of faffing! I’ve counted my chickens and blessed them.  I’ve been updating my Linkedin, getting things in order.  Getting the C.V. updated.  Ange (My Wifey) is a prime example on why Linked in is so damn good. She has just been head hunted. An Agency saw her profile. She got asked for interview. Did bloody well, as she is bloody good at what she does and wham, bam on the rag of jam. She got the job. I’m really proud. It’s always nice to enjoy your day jobs as well as having it pay the bills and lifestyle.

So yesterday morning was spend with the band – ‘Subway Circus’ https://www.facebook.com/subwaycircus

Things are coming together nicely. We have the band member line up locked in. The thing with music is,this is proven time and time again. Ignore at your peril.  You have to all gel to make the magic. Every person in the band has to add the magic and play their special part. Deadwood sinks ships. I like our rawness. Our honesty and true equality. Everyone has input. We have our manager on place who deals with all of ‘that’ stuff. So we can concentrate on creating great stuff.  For some its about posing. For me its about jamming and making music. If I’m sat in my shorts and t-shirt on the kit v’s tossing it off in a posh dress. I’m more comfortable in my shorts and will play better. I grew up with grunge not ponsy clothing labels to pose in to be who I am. If I am naked, in a dark room. You only hear the music I make.

Here is a clip

Subway Circus performing a cover of Black Velvet

I think we’ve got four cover versions. We are an original band, but it’s nice to pop in the odd homage to a good song. The live set should be ready pretty soon. It’s been a bit of a journey getting the band up and running. But it has been well worth it. The vibe feels great. Its challenging, sweat inducing and I get to exercise sat on my arse! E.P In the pipeline. Then its gigfest a go go!

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Right I’m off to take a time out as its back to the day job tomorrow.

I’ve got a bunch of Reiki clients after work next week, plus a ‘little project’ to complete ;-0 which I should have done today. But I need a break and to meditate before we go out and get busy with the ‘C@nty Stumpets’ lugging musical equipment about.

The final comment for today.  “Claudine West Is a true believer of keeping your friends close and your enemies, bound, gagged and kept as far away as possible. Life’s too short for games and wrong ‘uns.”

I finish with the Z of my week.

~ Claudine

Solo Oxjam Gig 30/11/13

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I wrote this in a drunken mess last night.

So it’s past midnight, a late one for me. Normally awake or stirring 5am onwards. Bed by 10pm. Rock and Roll!

I’ve just played a solo set at The Johnson Arms, near Qmc, Nottingham. After a rehearsal, meditation and long bath. 5pm hit and my nerves kicked in and guts emptied. I haven’t played solo live for many years, Over a decade. So being totally shitted up occurred. Its not so traumatic in the Idolins. As I can just concentrate on my instrument and let the others sing.

The unexplained dread, trauma, nausea… trying to pass on a song to Karen, my Idolins bandmate. Just so I only had to do 2.  It’s not rational, no one dies during gigs…. usually. It’s not torture. But I always gets in a state. Running away would be easy, except the unsigned guilt trip of the underachiever.

Those moments before and plug in my guitar are hell. I try to ‘have a word,’ with myself. Get pep talks off friends and bandmates. Still the worry, anxiety rules.  I passed out into a slumber at that point.

Ange, wifey video’d 2 of them.

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Sonic World-YouTube

I normally close my eyes while playing, but made an extra special effort. Plus I had my lyrics on a stool. Nerves give me amnesia.  Seeing a wave of nodding heads and smiles felt wonderful. I had a group of good friends sat behind me. My wife making filthy gestures in front. Yet again. Why oh why did I get myself into such a state before hand. But as they all say. If you arent nervous, you don’t perform to the best of your ability. Or you are just off your face on drugs and booze.

Catching up with fellow musicians, Joe Beagle and Roj Whitham for my formative years of music was great. I’m now intrigued by penny whistles and sheeps wool shearing insulation.

Great night!

I awoke with a banging head. Too much black sambuca. The kebab tasted wonderful. We both cant remember going to bed. Let Rambo in who was miaowing at the front door. That was 5am. During the following hours. He proceeded to jump on us, miaow, poke, claw and fight with Pattie. Pegging it up and down the stairs. Oh what joy I thought. One day I will get a lay in.  A big breakfast at the carvery followed.

We then opened a can of worms getting the Xmas tree out of the loft. This bloody loft is the bane of my existence. For the last 6 months I’ve ended regularly up in it. Either looking for stuff, emptying it for cavity wall insulation workmen. To my horror it was wet through with dripps ruining all of our stuff. Mold, sloppy cardboard boxes. I just swore and swore and shouted and swore more. Crippled my back and arms faffing about sorting the mess.  It took and hour to sort and my Dad and Brother coming round to save the day. Turns out the workmen had blocked up all ventilation. Plus cold damp weather = drips and drips on everything. Eventually we managed the planned walk around the lake. A sunny winters day. Good to get out in the daylight at last .  I’ve felt like a vampire recently. Get up go to work in the dark, get home in the dark. Quite depressing. But candles on, exercise and meditation is doing wonders.  Got some beautiful pics. Here…

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I’m busy drawing ideas for The Idolins Ep cover art and emailing photos. Once decided by all of the band what the collective likes. We can crack on with release. I’m ready for a day off! Oh no its Monday tomorrow. Back to the day job.