I think we're turning into the Band

Having recently scored a series of gigs at Irish Murphys, we found ourselves rather light on in the inventory department. Matiss has gone to Latvia with his family for a few months and Geoff can't play in smoky venues 'cos he gets asthma for days afterwards.

Into the breach comes Jason, a single (and available) young'un who's an all singing and dancing accordion player. Chips found him in a session at Irish Murphys, playing like a man with a fresh set of batteries. So Friday night we try him out at the High & Lonesome Log Cabin in the backwoods of West Geelong. And we record what happened (well most of it until Narada's I-River recorder crashed or I'd had too much beer to be able to comprehend the impossibly small buttons and obtuse menus). And what a happening! You can hear us transmogrifying into The Band!

When I diced and sliced the recording and sprinkled it with some digital fairy pixels, I found it amusing and engaging. I figured if people can watch a bunch of shallow, inarticulate wannabe instant celebrities sit around their loungeroom, there might be people out there just crazy enough to wanna listen to a band rehearsing a new addition. We're consenting adults after all. There's a modicum of humour and erudition, spasms of good playing and a record of a bunch of good looking middle-aged men (did I mention some of them single and available) embarking on a musical expedition along the south side of life's lost highway.

So H&L present their first ever 'podcast' - The Back Shed Tapes. Maybe one day we'll rehearse live on the web on our up-coming web site makeover. Dream on... So..

Feeling lonely? In need of some company? Just plain bored? Or maybe want to annoy your neighbours? Then scoot on over to the High Lonesome Shack, download some mp3s, get stuck into a six-pack, listen to the mp3s and it's just like being there, only without the inconvenience of having to be close to a live banjo, (or a slightly less live banjo player for that matter.)

Ah! They just don' t make 'em like that any more.