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WA Gigs / Guitar Stuff at Mojo's
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Western Australia / Update from The Greenehouse
« on: August 26, 2009, 12:16:50 AM »
As some of you already know, I've been spending the last few months working on songs for the forthcoming Jac Dalton album. What started out as me "having a listen to a track and seeing if I had something to contribute" quickly became a full-blown musical partnership, with the guitar taking centre stage on the tracks and the whole direction of the album taking a decidedly heavy turn - oops. 
At the end of July, Donna and I flew to Adelaide to record our parts for the album (Donna having been recruited for backing vox), and had a ball turning good songs into great ones. Mixing and mastering takes place between the 7th and 21st of September at Ardent Studios in Memphis, Tennessee, with hotshot producer/engineer Gregg Brown at the console. After that, it's back to ProCopy for replication and packaging, then we're into planning a launch. The release is international, and we've had a few people around the place showing some interest, including a particular guy in LA who had a big hand in making stars out of Bon Jovi, Motley Crue and Guns'n'Roses.
You can check out the new vibes on Jac's MySpace page, although the songs on the player are from Jac's first CD and are a little bit more 'country' than the new songs, which should be up in sample form in a few weeks.
The new Jac Dalton website should be online in a day or two, so you'll get a bit of an idea about what the vibe is. If you like classic melodic rock, you're going to be impressed. If you adore nothing but corpse paint and the cookie monster, then you may not be adding us to your Christmas wish list.
However, we're flying the flag for WA & Aussie rock, and will be doing so in the US early next year if all goes according to plan. Wish us luck!
At the end of July, Donna and I flew to Adelaide to record our parts for the album (Donna having been recruited for backing vox), and had a ball turning good songs into great ones. Mixing and mastering takes place between the 7th and 21st of September at Ardent Studios in Memphis, Tennessee, with hotshot producer/engineer Gregg Brown at the console. After that, it's back to ProCopy for replication and packaging, then we're into planning a launch. The release is international, and we've had a few people around the place showing some interest, including a particular guy in LA who had a big hand in making stars out of Bon Jovi, Motley Crue and Guns'n'Roses.
You can check out the new vibes on Jac's MySpace page, although the songs on the player are from Jac's first CD and are a little bit more 'country' than the new songs, which should be up in sample form in a few weeks.
The new Jac Dalton website should be online in a day or two, so you'll get a bit of an idea about what the vibe is. If you like classic melodic rock, you're going to be impressed. If you adore nothing but corpse paint and the cookie monster, then you may not be adding us to your Christmas wish list.
However, we're flying the flag for WA & Aussie rock, and will be doing so in the US early next year if all goes according to plan. Wish us luck! 
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Ask Ormsby / The Tale of HappySinner and WarNick
« on: December 17, 2005, 08:20:04 PM »
An oily drizzle misted over the treeless plain, descending slowly as if reluctant to touch the ruined earth. The rain was tepid and rank, and did nothing to refresh or cleanse the two weary travelers picking their way between rocks and coarse grasses that caught at their cloaks and boots with every step. Pack animals were useless in this terrain, so the horses had been set free to meet whatever end awaited them. The travelers carried only their weapons and small packs containing the last of their supplies. They were nearing the end of their quest, and although night was falling there would be no sleeping on the Plains of Bezel, where the sodden ground and thorny vegetation offered no comfort or solace for bruised feet and aching muscles. Ahead lay the Living Forest, and then the final climb to the Mount of Orms, where the intrepid adventurers would finally achieve one of two things - the complete fulfillment of their souls (the very reason for their long and torturous journey)... or death. The pair, although from disparate backgrounds, were bound by this common quest, a bond as deep as any blood tie. Their fates were intertwined, both caught in a current not of their making, but one drawing them ever nearer to their final confrontation with whatever creature or being presided over the perpetually cloud-obscured top of the Mount of Orms. The entity had a name, though it was rarely spoken, and even then in a hushed whisper. The travelers knew it - indeed, it had been that very name that had drawn them together on this quest - but neither man had uttered it aloud since their first meeting, weeks earlier.
The taller and older of the two was known as HappySinner in his homeland, where he had been for years a wandering minstrel with very little need for or knowledge of weapons of war. His guitar was no longer hanging on his shoulder on this day, replaced with a broad two-handed sword and a longbow at journey’s beginning. His craggy visage now showed that he was a stranger to battle no more, the set of brow and jaw speaking volumes of the experiences that had led him to this place.
By his side strode a stocky man whose youthful appearance belied his determination and effectiveness in battle. He was WarNick, born into a warrior caste but employed as court musician to his chieftain, as he was an entertaining fellow, and as handy with a guitar as he was with a shortsword or spear. A favourite with the young women of his tribe, he left many a broken heart the day he left on his personal crusade for the ultimate instrument. He knew full well the perils he would face, and considered his meeting with this rangy, world-weary minstrel along the way a fortuitous one indeed, considering the skill with which he had learned to master his bow and blade.
The two had had their resolve put to the test shortly after leaving civilization behind when they were set upon by a rabble of grotesque troll/human bandits. That day, many bandits died, and a bond was forged in blood. HappySinner and WarNick were now nearing the end of their journey, but each knew without words what the other was thinking - no man had made it this far and lived to tell of what he had found. Already the two had faced creatures of ground and air that defied description, and only the occasional fragment of bone betrayed the presence of anything remotely human. Many a brave soul had ventured in search of the Mount of Orms and all that it promised, but none had returned with their personal musical holy grail, or even made it as far as these unlikely brothers-in-arms. Beyond lay unimaginable terrors this was true, but there was still that shrouded mountain ahead, beckoning the pair to meet their fates with a terrible fascination - a fascination that could only be satisfied by one of two things... To gain possession of the instrument that humbled angelsong...
or total obliteration.
The taller and older of the two was known as HappySinner in his homeland, where he had been for years a wandering minstrel with very little need for or knowledge of weapons of war. His guitar was no longer hanging on his shoulder on this day, replaced with a broad two-handed sword and a longbow at journey’s beginning. His craggy visage now showed that he was a stranger to battle no more, the set of brow and jaw speaking volumes of the experiences that had led him to this place.
By his side strode a stocky man whose youthful appearance belied his determination and effectiveness in battle. He was WarNick, born into a warrior caste but employed as court musician to his chieftain, as he was an entertaining fellow, and as handy with a guitar as he was with a shortsword or spear. A favourite with the young women of his tribe, he left many a broken heart the day he left on his personal crusade for the ultimate instrument. He knew full well the perils he would face, and considered his meeting with this rangy, world-weary minstrel along the way a fortuitous one indeed, considering the skill with which he had learned to master his bow and blade.
The two had had their resolve put to the test shortly after leaving civilization behind when they were set upon by a rabble of grotesque troll/human bandits. That day, many bandits died, and a bond was forged in blood. HappySinner and WarNick were now nearing the end of their journey, but each knew without words what the other was thinking - no man had made it this far and lived to tell of what he had found. Already the two had faced creatures of ground and air that defied description, and only the occasional fragment of bone betrayed the presence of anything remotely human. Many a brave soul had ventured in search of the Mount of Orms and all that it promised, but none had returned with their personal musical holy grail, or even made it as far as these unlikely brothers-in-arms. Beyond lay unimaginable terrors this was true, but there was still that shrouded mountain ahead, beckoning the pair to meet their fates with a terrible fascination - a fascination that could only be satisfied by one of two things... To gain possession of the instrument that humbled angelsong...
or total obliteration.
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