Monday, April 24, 2017

"When Ya Gonna?" - more Shed fun :)

This started out as a PBGB jam in the Shed with John Drews, Peter Reid, Steve Faggotter, Graham Brown and me. I took the rudimentary instrumental tracks and added some words (and some length) in my home studio - et voila!

We had a ball doing this - whenever John drags a Hammond into the Shed it's always a good musical omen.

Steve Faggotter - Telecaster
Neil Porter - Bass, Vocals and Production
John Drews - Hammond organ
Peter Reid - Roland E-Drums,
Graham Brown - percussiony bits and pieces


When Ya Gonna?
©2017 Lyrics: Neil Porter

1
When you gonna
Lift your game
When you gonna
Say my name
When you gonna
Get it right
One day you gonna
See the light

2

When you gonna
Play your part
When you gonna
Break my heart
When you gonna
Walk away
One day you gonna
Up and stray

SOLOS


3

When you gonna
Show a sign
When you gonna
Say you’re mine
When you gonna
Take my hand
One day you gonna
Understand

4

When you gonna
Lift your game
When you gonna
Say my name
When you gonna
Get it right
One day you gonna
See the light

One day you gonna

See the light

One day you gonna

See the light

Sunday, April 23, 2017

MARASTIQUE - Surfing World

Here's one from the archive - Surfing World Edition16 #5 article on Marastique.  Some continuity problems, but you'll get the gist.  Must have been early 70s.  Good times!









Saturday, April 22, 2017

PBGB On a Roll with "Wood U Like Chips With That?"




PBGB recorded this in 2010. We'd written it for a gig we did for a local conservation group, and played it live once. We forgot about it soon after recording it as we changed personnel and the gig was over. This is the second studio recording we did at the time and features Chris Ralfs on bass, Gus Washbourne on guitar, Peter Reid on drums and me on vocals, guitars, keyboards and production.

I accidentally stumbled across it on an old hard drive and decided to rejuvenate it a bit and set it free. As it turns out, I didn't have to do much to it, just a tweak or two in Ozone 5 really.

I'm really pleased we found this, as it is from a very creative period in the PBGB Shed when we were trying out some pretty "out there" things - definitely the "golden age" of PBGB from my point of view.

Enjoy :)

©2010 Peter Reid/Neil Porter 

There’s protest in the forest 
Two different points of view you 
see 
One on the side of nature 
One on the economy 
There are those that see the 
forests 
As revenue, that’s that 
There’s those that see the trees as 
crucial habitat 

Some people protest 
They know just what it’s worth 
They put their bodies on the line 
To save the lungs of the universe 
They know their grandkids 
Need the forests and the trees 
Koalas in the treetops 
Let’s protect the air we breathe 

What do we want? 
When do we want it? 
Hands off our future 
We want it now 
What do we want? When do we 
want it? 
Do it now! 

SOLO x 2 verses (16 bars) 

What do we want? 
When do we want it? 
Hands off our future 
We want it now 
What do we want? When do we 
want it? 
Do it now! 

We can’t all join the protest 
But we can back the people who 
were there 
We can help to pay the fines 
We can show them that we care 
The forests are for everyone 
They belong to us all 
The trees hold our future 
Let’s not see them fall 

There’s protest in the forest 
Two different points of view you 
see 
One on the side of nature 
One on the economy 
There are those that see the 
forests 
As revenue, that’s that 
There’s those that see the trees as 
crucial habitat 

What do we want? 
When do we want it? 
Hands off our future 
We want it now 
What do we want? When do we 
want it? 

Do it now!

Featuring:
Peter Reid on drums
Gus Washbourne on guitar
Chris Ralfs on bass
Neil Porter on vocals, guitar, keyboards

Monday, February 20, 2017

PBGB version of "Under The Southern Cross"

I wrote "Under The Southern Cross" in 2011 as a response to Cyclone Yasi which caused so much damage and loss of life in Queensland.

At the time, I recorded my own version of the song, and we went on to also record this PBGB version in The Shed in trio mode.  This has only recently re-surfaced after being inexplicably "lost" on a hard drive for over 5 years.

At the time, trio mode (Chris Ralfs on bass, Peter Reid on drums and vocals, and myself on guitar and vocals) was our regular lineup - this version is a good indication of how we were sounding, although I have added some keyboards and percussion and re-sung the vocals.  Other than that, it's pretty much live.

To me, this is the "golden" period of PBGB when we were original, with each of us working to our strengths in writing, singing and playing.  I miss the creativity and simplicity of these times, and the feeling of potential every time we "had a crack" at a new tune.

So, this version shows Pete's ability to provide a driving rhythmic backbone, Chris' relentless but inventive basslines and my slightly "out there" guitar work and vocals.  I'm also pretty pleased with the production on this.


Under The Southern Cross 
©2011 Neil Porter 

Dark night 
Under the Southern Cross 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Star bright 
Look at the things we lost 
Do right 
Do right 

Dark night 
Under the Southern Cross 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Big rain 
Out of the southern sky 
Big fright 
Big fright 

Hard pain 
After the longest dry 
Not right 
Not right 

Dark night 
Under the Southern Cross 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Hold tight, hold tight 

SOLO 

Don’t know 
How much it’s going to cost 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Can’t say 
How many lives are lost 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Dark night 
Under the Southern Cross 
Hold tight 
Hold tight 

Hold tight

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Some Say We Get What We Deserve - WTF America?!

My Trump trilogy of songs has become quadrophonic!
I still don't believe he's been elected - America wtf were you thinking!?

There's a pretty liberal dose of midi in this - which is how I got the punch in the bass. Gavin plays drums.

I have had most of the backing track for a while and did the lyrics and vocals over the last couple of days.
©2017 Neil Porter

Some say we get what we deserve
You think I’m messing with your head
I think there’s dangerous times a-coming
I think there’s lots of work ahead

You’ve got a lot of nerve
“Things are broken” that’s what you said
I can’t see things getting any better
We got a can of worms instead

Some say we get what we deserve
Some say we get what we deserve

SOLO

You see a chance to start again
I see a nightmare riding in
It seems we’ve borrowed so much trouble
Some kind of mess you’ve sunk us in

Some say we get what we deserve
Some say we get what we deserve
Some say we get what we deserve
Some say we get what we deserve

Monday, January 2, 2017

CD #5 released "Looking Like The Real Thing.

"Looking Like The Real Thing" was (perhaps prematurely) released just before Christmas 2016.

It contains 15 songs from the last two years, and was written in Australia and France.  Many of the songs have had mp3 versions available for a little while, but this is the first release of CD quality aif tracks of any of the 15 songs.

Apart from two tracks where Jan joins in on harmony vocal, and "Snake Oil" which features members of PBGB (Peter Reid on drums, Kerrie Hynes on vocal and Mick Nadin on harmonica), all instruments and vocals are performed by me.

You can listen to it from the player below or go to the CD's BandCamp page and read lyrics, view track info, and even buy it at a ridiculously low price.

I reckon it's my best collection of songs so far.  I hope you like it too.


Monday, December 12, 2016

Birds Without Wings

This is the third song in my "Trump Trilogy" ("Time Will Tell" and "Snake Oil" being the other two) and the last song for my fifth album. 
I've been really enjoying the feel on this one, which is good as I've been working on it for a while now. 
The title is based on a phrase in (and the title of) a book I've been struggling with by Louis de Bernieres. The full quote is "Man is a bird without wings, a bird is a man without sorrow" - it struck a chord (E minor in fact) with me. 
Salvador Dali also used the phrase in "intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings" - in Trump's case perhaps some of the words could be switched ;) I have made the appropriate adjustment. 
I had hoped to do this with the guys and gals from PBGB, but alas, that didn't work out, so it's a solo song from me. 
Neil Porter: vocals, guitars (forward and backward), bass, drum and percussion programming, production. 
Bird Without Wings 2016 Neil Porter 
84bpm Intro: | Em | Bm7 | x4 Em B7 
Intro: | Em | Bm7 | x4

Em B7
Man is a bird without any wings
CM7 Em
Bird is a man without sorrow
Em B7
I just don’t know what makes me think of these things
CM7 Em
There’ll be some more news tomorrow

Seems like we’re losing sight of the light
We often misread the meaning
Shifting the picture off to the right
Makes it somehow less appealing

Esus4 
Its gonna be a long night
A7sus4
Its feeling like a bad dream
Csus4
Its gonna take a long fight
Dsus4
Its gonna be a bad scene
Esus4 A7sus4
We’re just birds
Csus4 Dsus4
Without wings

Up on a wire and out on a limb
Maybe you feel the connection
Caught in a cage and your chances look slim
You might want to change your direction

High and the low, black and the white
We’re all together now, we’re altogether now
Midnight wisdom and eagle sight
Man is a bird without wings

Its gonna be a long night
Its feeling like a bad dream
Its gonna take a long fight
Its gonna be a bad scene
We’re just birds
Without wings

SOLO:
| Em | B7 | CM7 | Em | x2

High as a kite looking down on it all
What will it look like tomorrow?
Man is a bird without any wings
Bird is a man without sorrow

Its gonna be a long night
Its feeling like a bad dream
Its gonna take a long fight
Its gonna be a bad scene
We’re just birds
Without wings
Esus4 A7sus4
We’re just birds
Csus4 Dsus4
Without wings
Esus4 A7sus4
We’re just birds
Csus4 Dsus4
Without wings


Embb5 x 8

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Snake Oil

My US election ditty - Trump got in anyway :(

Have a listen to SNAKE OIL.

What needs to be said?
An antipodean response to the lunacy that is the Trump "campaign".
Written by Neil Porter, performed by PBGB.
Peter Reid on drums, Mick Nadin on harmonica, Kerry Hynes on vocal and Neil Porter on vocal, bass, guitars and production

©2016 Neil Porter

Mean Mr Mustard
Got his foot in the door
I don’t understand
What you opened it for
Drop your guard 
And he’ll walk right in
Oozing that snake oil
On everything

Chorus:
Snake oil, snake oil
Come and get your snake oil
And you’ll stay alive
Til a hundred and ten
Snake oil, snake oil
Buy my fine snake oil
Gonna make you richer 
Than you’ve ever been

Mass hypnosis
Wild tirade
He’s got all the skills
Of the snake oil trade
Big on slogans
Small on hands
Gonna make America
Snake again

Snake oil, snake oil
Come and get your snake oil
And you’ll stay alive
Til a hundred and ten
Snake oil, snake oil
Buy my fine snake oil
Gonna make you richer 
Than you’ve ever been

Money on the counter
He’ll give us all a case
Snake oil man 
In a snake oil race
Drop your guard 
And he’ll walk right in
Oozing that snake oil
On everything

Snake oil, snake oil
Come and get your snake oil
And you’ll stay alive
Til a hundred and ten
Snake oil, snake oil
Buy my fine snake oil
Gonna make you richer 
Than you’ve ever been

Gonna make you richer 
Gonna make you richer 
Gonna make you richer 
Than you’ve ever been
Snake oil, snake oil
Gonna make you richer 
Than you’ve ever been

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Goodbye Doobie

Finally sold my long-serving bass amp after having it for more than 30 years.  It seemed pointless to keep it now I have my excellent little Gallien-Krueger amp.  Enjoy it Greg 😢

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Swimming In Mud

A couple of levels of meaning here - the obvious is that it's about Sydney. I lived there for a long while, and although we have some family and some very old friends there still, it is no longer a place where I am happy. Cities have just become too hard for me. You can figure out the big and small alternative interpretations for your selves :) 
Just me and Levi the drummer this time.



© 2016 Neil Porter

It’s big and it’s dirty
Like a river in flood 
Just like driving in traffic
It’s like swimming in mud
I was drowning in quicksand
I was going down slow
I’ve been swimming upstream
With nowhere to go

I was simmering slowly
Not quite boiling my blood 
I stopped taking the tablets
I came down with a thud
Drowning in quicksand
I was going down slow
I’ve been swimming upstream
With nowhere to go

Chorus:
Not going back to Sydney anymore
Don’t want to visit places where I used to go before
I can do without the harbour and the locks upon my door
Ain’t going back to Sydney 
Anymore

SOLO

I’ve been burning my bridges
I’m not easily led
While my heart keeps on beating
Then you’ll know I’m not dead
I was drowning in quicksand
I was going down slow
I was swimming upstream
With nowhere to go

There’s no train at the station
There’s no room at the inn
You can lose yourself
In the city of sin
If I’m drowning in quicksand
I’ll be going down slow
I’ve been swimming upstream

With nowhere to go