Greetings Traveler,
I come baring interesting news. After a thoroughly Spiffing Jam session with the chaps from Bemis, I've been invited to play bass for them.
Fear not Friends of Chunk. I am not leaving you! i shall continue to write,record and play solo gigs. But I'll also be running about with an oversized ukelele with my old chums from Bemis!
Speaking of solo gigs I have a new set of gigs, 2 from Bristol and one from Laaandaaan with the lovely folks from Nambucca:
Nambucca
Holloway RoadLondon
On Sunday 6th November 7:30 start
The Pilgrim Inn
Hollywood Road
Bristol
On Thursday 24th November
Spring Garden Tavern
Hotwell Road
Bristol
On Friday 23rd December
For complete gig listings:
http://www.sweetchunks.co.uk/upcoming-gigs.html
Anyways i must away. The tedious chore of adding my new gigs to all my sites.... ugh i cry out for a manservant!
Cheers Chaps!
'Chunks
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Nambucca boss... like sambucca, just not spelt the same
Greetings Traveller.
Gig report for my first Gig in Laaaandan.
Nambucca ( near Islington) was a nice little gig, although it nearly didn't happen as the promoter did'nt tell the staff i was playing then didnt show up...
But luckily for me, my tightly waistcoated friends. the land lady was there and she came bearing a 20 minuet slot.
I would have liked to play longer, but one mustn't look a gift cockney in the mouth.
The 20 minuets though short were Jolly marvelous. I had a large sea mammal of a time, and aparently so did the audience.
Lots of singing and dancing, larking and cavorting all evening. And they've invited me back. rather nice of them!!
So Laandaan I bid you adieu but I will return.
and next time Ill bring condiments!
Special thanks to my Lovely Lily for driving me there and back again, to Simon Sellick for sitting in the back and dealing with my flatulence and Rob Wicksteed for letting me utilize his floor.
I will post up the new date & time malarkey when i get it.
Also if you live near Bristol Brace your face! there may be a chunk storm a coming!
Ta Ta all
'Chunks
Gig report for my first Gig in Laaaandan.
Nambucca ( near Islington) was a nice little gig, although it nearly didn't happen as the promoter did'nt tell the staff i was playing then didnt show up...
But luckily for me, my tightly waistcoated friends. the land lady was there and she came bearing a 20 minuet slot.
I would have liked to play longer, but one mustn't look a gift cockney in the mouth.
The 20 minuets though short were Jolly marvelous. I had a large sea mammal of a time, and aparently so did the audience.
Lots of singing and dancing, larking and cavorting all evening. And they've invited me back. rather nice of them!!
So Laandaan I bid you adieu but I will return.
and next time Ill bring condiments!
Special thanks to my Lovely Lily for driving me there and back again, to Simon Sellick for sitting in the back and dealing with my flatulence and Rob Wicksteed for letting me utilize his floor.
I will post up the new date & time malarkey when i get it.
Also if you live near Bristol Brace your face! there may be a chunk storm a coming!
Ta Ta all
'Chunks
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Words without melody....yet
Here's a couple of poems i wrote that i plan to turn into tunes at some point. what ever passes the time really
;)
Bar fly
Nose bloodied, loaded up with moneys
Take a trip to paradise
Wasn’t sure, my guts are on the floor
Coming back for another slice
Knock back, another double jack
Pretend it don’t affect me
Say cheers, hold back the tears
As the jukebox reminds me
(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up the bar until they call time
Four more, hold open the door
Can you see where my phone fell?
Dark eyes, took me by surprise
Drove her off with my awful smell
Outside, nursing my pride
Wondered where it all went wrong
Take a drag, from the doorman’s fag
Keep this up and ill die alone
(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up he bar until time
Underfed, its gone straight to my head
Tripped over a fag machine
Change tack, after falling flat on my back
Take my legs from under me
Picked up and dusted off,
Keep saying ill be alright
Im told, for the third time I’m told
Keep this up and ill end up in a fight
(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up he bar until time
Drink on high, drink the bar dry
Spending money I don’t have
Can I borrow a score for a few drinks more
And a fiver for the cab
I drink till I cant think
I can’t bare to be alone
How can you say it will end this way?
I can’t bare to be alone…
(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
What do I do now they’ve called time…
....a lover not a fight..
A dark cut man flew across the pond
To a smoky stage in London
Preached about a darker world
To any one who’d listen.
Within a billowing cloud of cigarette smoke
They listened to every word he spoke
From the people in the street,
To the hight of hipocracy,
He paced up and down Venting his bile
The timid in the audience got scared after a while
The rest stared transfixed like a car crash in the street
By the end theres a new congregation worshipping at his feet
.
He laid down the law in a dark hard voice
You just listened, You didn’t have a choice
He pulled you in you didn’t need proof
You just knew every word was the fucking truth
(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride
All the political talks
All the new kids on the blocks
Hiding all the other bolocks
Its just a ride
There’s thrills and chills and bright lighting
It’s colourful and very loud
And it all seems very frightening
He said unto the crowd
Never be frightened or scared of it
Put your fears to one side
Just enjoy yourself and remember
It’s all just a ride
(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride
Put your fear to one side
Just enjoy yourself as I remind
You that this is all just a ride
Take a long drag of beef and potatoes
You imagine im working and ill take my wage
Out the emergency exit a small child goes
While in the cop car’s light the underpass is a stage
You call the cops ill pull up G13
While we wait we’ll watch IRS bust
As Ringo’s on the ceiling playing a yellow tamberine
Watch for low flying buic scuds
(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride
All those people in desperation
Lost years ago theyre aspiration
Desperately hiding from the revelation
That it’s all just a ride
All that’s left today
Is an empty stage
Still resonating
From the power of his rage
So light up a cigarette
In tribute lest we forget
And remember the words he said from the start
Play from your fucking heart
(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride
Forget those who’ve preached to you
High and mighties who look down on you
‘Cus I’ve got something to tell you
It’s all just a ride
Written as a Tribute to the great Bill Hicks
Hope that was informative..
Drink up
'Chunks
Friday, 21 October 2011
In the Dog house with the Dog house boat boys...
Suck my puns you sauce bitches! you love it
Good evening Chaps!
Having just returned from what can only be described as the gig from hell I am surprisingly chipper.
On arrival at the Bittern pub i noticed a similar facade to the Alamo, (with authentic bullet holes and pools of blood). The interior was slightly confusing, one wall had a series of instruments ( both musical and what appeared to be crudely surgical) nailed to it while another wall was adorned with spitfire posters and the roof had a confederate flag next to a union flag. Kitch wasn't the word for it and a word if used aloud would have initiated violence from the patrons, a mix of lurid, staring old farts, pretentious white haired old farts (who sneered at everything that myself and the headliners played, but when confronted said they loved it.) and drunk lads and ladettes who thought they were the life and soul of the party, who everyone else hoped would fuck off to the center of the sun.
One thing that caught my attention was the Padlock bracket on the OUTSIDE of the toilets. What terrible toilet beast frequented the halls of an evening and would it appear during my set and devour my audience. (which would have been a relief for both parties.)
To say the gig was not well received would be like saying Hitler could on occasion get a bit narky.
Admittedly I played shit, fucking up the occasional chord but even the "Boat Boys" who are brilliant crowd pleasers got a luke warm reception.
The audience couldn't be fucked, they were bland boring arseholes who are shining examples of the virtues of euthanasia. An example of how they completely missed the point was when one drunk.....chap came up to me and asked if i could play "razorlight or sumfin?'" I wanted to say I'd rather jump in a piranha tank, bollock naked with pate' smeared on my John Thomas. but i had to be diplomatic and say "razor light wouldnt really work on a banjo.."
But I am in a good mood because I'm relaxing in bed with Soup, lily is on her way home and i have £40 in my back pocket.
Yeah the gig was shit but it could have been worse....
I could have played Razorlight.
Drink up!
Sweetchunks.
Good evening Chaps!
Having just returned from what can only be described as the gig from hell I am surprisingly chipper.
On arrival at the Bittern pub i noticed a similar facade to the Alamo, (with authentic bullet holes and pools of blood). The interior was slightly confusing, one wall had a series of instruments ( both musical and what appeared to be crudely surgical) nailed to it while another wall was adorned with spitfire posters and the roof had a confederate flag next to a union flag. Kitch wasn't the word for it and a word if used aloud would have initiated violence from the patrons, a mix of lurid, staring old farts, pretentious white haired old farts (who sneered at everything that myself and the headliners played, but when confronted said they loved it.) and drunk lads and ladettes who thought they were the life and soul of the party, who everyone else hoped would fuck off to the center of the sun.
One thing that caught my attention was the Padlock bracket on the OUTSIDE of the toilets. What terrible toilet beast frequented the halls of an evening and would it appear during my set and devour my audience. (which would have been a relief for both parties.)
To say the gig was not well received would be like saying Hitler could on occasion get a bit narky.
Admittedly I played shit, fucking up the occasional chord but even the "Boat Boys" who are brilliant crowd pleasers got a luke warm reception.
The audience couldn't be fucked, they were bland boring arseholes who are shining examples of the virtues of euthanasia. An example of how they completely missed the point was when one drunk.....chap came up to me and asked if i could play "razorlight or sumfin?'" I wanted to say I'd rather jump in a piranha tank, bollock naked with pate' smeared on my John Thomas. but i had to be diplomatic and say "razor light wouldnt really work on a banjo.."
But I am in a good mood because I'm relaxing in bed with Soup, lily is on her way home and i have £40 in my back pocket.
Yeah the gig was shit but it could have been worse....
I could have played Razorlight.
Drink up!
Sweetchunks.
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Sweetchunks.co.uk goes live!
Greetings Chaps!
All the best things in the world are done in a relaxed, reclined position. Drinking, Smoking, Lady Tending, Xbox and Sandwiches to name but a few.
Now Sweetchunks.co.uk can enter that list. For the past few days I have been a reclined hermit dwelling in my bedroom only venturing out to go to work or acknowledge the existence of my better half.
Many thanks to Dan Griffiths for building it. and remaining silent as I defile it's hapless form with waffle and Demos.
Onwards! Slowly catching up to the digital age!
Ta ta
Sweetchunks
All the best things in the world are done in a relaxed, reclined position. Drinking, Smoking, Lady Tending, Xbox and Sandwiches to name but a few.
Now Sweetchunks.co.uk can enter that list. For the past few days I have been a reclined hermit dwelling in my bedroom only venturing out to go to work or acknowledge the existence of my better half.
Many thanks to Dan Griffiths for building it. and remaining silent as I defile it's hapless form with waffle and Demos.
Onwards! Slowly catching up to the digital age!
Ta ta
Sweetchunks
Monday, 17 October 2011
"I name this Blog Geoff, God bless her and all who sail in her"
Evening Chaps!
It's 23:32. I'm in my room, My eyes ache from staring at Facebook and for some reason I Have chosen this moment to launch the good ship Geoff*.
I suppose the when or where does not matter, what's important is the content and as i have Fuck all to say at this moment in time i shall keep this brief..
This will be a platform for thrusting Folk related tomfoolery into the face of the internet. The aim is to have an interesing (and hopefully entertaining) chronicle of my travels as a Blues/Folk player.
Expect bad language, bad grammar, bad spelling and pointless tangents..
You have been warned:
anyways Onwards!
I'm looking forward to Friday's Gig at the Bitterne in Bitterne. At the Bitterne in Bitterne I'm finally sharing a stage with Southampton's own Bluegrass legends: "The Dog House Boat Boys".
With this gig (at the Bitterne in Bitterne) I now feel like I'm finally moving away from poorly planned showcases with thrash metal bands and techno D.J's. this could be however, a temporary ray of joy. If so then I hope to be struck down by lightning during sound check, then I am ended at the moment of Folky perfection.
Either way Friday should be a good a Jolly good laugh. so come on down (to the Bitterne in Bitterne) with or without your wash boards.
I also have my first London Gig on Sunday so if your anywhere near Nambucca feel free to pop along. I'm a little anxious over this one as I'll be popping my big smoke cherry (hmm song title?) but also playing in front of some old friends who until today thought i was doing techno/guitar prog rock.... not sure fans of that kind of music will approve of my patchwork trousers but meh...
Any way i hope the gods of the internet are apeased by this big pile of bollocks. If not then may they hear this cry:
"I cant write coherently! i went to Art college!"
Looks like i did have something to say afterall..
Cheerio Mo fo's
Dog house boat boys on Myface
*It's unlucky to travel in a craft without a name. So since I am (as the parlance says) "surfing the web" my vessel needs a name: so Geoff it is! and if you don't like it go lick a cadence..... yes you heard me!
It's 23:32. I'm in my room, My eyes ache from staring at Facebook and for some reason I Have chosen this moment to launch the good ship Geoff*.
I suppose the when or where does not matter, what's important is the content and as i have Fuck all to say at this moment in time i shall keep this brief..
This will be a platform for thrusting Folk related tomfoolery into the face of the internet. The aim is to have an interesing (and hopefully entertaining) chronicle of my travels as a Blues/Folk player.
Expect bad language, bad grammar, bad spelling and pointless tangents..
You have been warned:
anyways Onwards!
I'm looking forward to Friday's Gig at the Bitterne in Bitterne. At the Bitterne in Bitterne I'm finally sharing a stage with Southampton's own Bluegrass legends: "The Dog House Boat Boys".
With this gig (at the Bitterne in Bitterne) I now feel like I'm finally moving away from poorly planned showcases with thrash metal bands and techno D.J's. this could be however, a temporary ray of joy. If so then I hope to be struck down by lightning during sound check, then I am ended at the moment of Folky perfection.
Either way Friday should be a good a Jolly good laugh. so come on down (to the Bitterne in Bitterne) with or without your wash boards.
I also have my first London Gig on Sunday so if your anywhere near Nambucca feel free to pop along. I'm a little anxious over this one as I'll be popping my big smoke cherry (hmm song title?) but also playing in front of some old friends who until today thought i was doing techno/guitar prog rock.... not sure fans of that kind of music will approve of my patchwork trousers but meh...
Any way i hope the gods of the internet are apeased by this big pile of bollocks. If not then may they hear this cry:
"I cant write coherently! i went to Art college!"
Looks like i did have something to say afterall..
Cheerio Mo fo's
Dog house boat boys on Myface
*It's unlucky to travel in a craft without a name. So since I am (as the parlance says) "surfing the web" my vessel needs a name: so Geoff it is! and if you don't like it go lick a cadence..... yes you heard me!
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