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Desert Soul
02:42
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Sun And Air
06:58
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3. |
Trichorder
01:59
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4. |
Unquiet Spirit
01:35
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6. |
Pushing Through The Mud
04:58
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Siegfried Sassoon
“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still”
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
And I remember things I'd best forget.
For now we've marched to a green, trenchless land
Twelve miles from battering guns: along the grass
Brown lines of tents are hives for snoring men;
Wide, radiant water sways the floating sky
Below dark, shivering trees. And living-clean
Comes back with thoughts of home and hours of sleep.
To-night I smell the battle; miles away
Gun-thunder leaps and thuds along the ridge;
The spouting shells dig pits in fields of death,
And wounded men, are moaning in the woods.
If any friend be there whom I have loved,
God speed him safe to England with a gash.
It's sundown in the camp; some youngster laughs,
Lifting his mug and drinking health to all
Who come unscathed from that unpitying waste:
(Terror and ruin lurk behind his gaze.)
Another sits with tranquil, musing face,
Puffing bis pipe and dreaming of the girl
Whose last scrawled letter lies upon his knee.
The sunlight falls, low-ruddy from the west,
Upon their heads. Last week they might have died
And now they stretch their limbs in tired content.
One says 'The bloody Bosche has got the knock;
'And soon they'll crumple up and chuck their games.
'We've got the beggars on the run at last!'
Then I remembered someone that I'd seen
Dead in a squalid, miserable ditch,
Heedless of toiling feet that trod him down.
He was a Prussian with a decent face,
Young, fresh, and pleasant, so 1 dare to say.
No doubt he loathed the war and longed for peace,
And cursed our souls because we'd killed bis friends.
One night he yawned along a haIf-dug trench
Midnight; and then the British guns began
With heavy shrapnel bursting low, and 'hows'
Whistling to cut the wire with blinding din.
He didn't move; the digging still went on;
Men stooped and shovelled; someone gave a grunt,
And moaned and died with agony in the sludge.
Then the long hiss of shells lifted and stopped.
He stared into the gloom; a rocket curved,
And rifles rattled angrily on the left
Down by the wood, and there was noise of bombs.
Then the damned English loomed in scrambling haste
Out of the dark and struggled through the wire,
And there were shouts and eurses; someone screamed
And men began to blunder down the trench
Without their rifles. It was time to go:
He grabbed his coat; stood up, gulping some bread;
Then clutched his head and fell.
I found him there
In the gray morning when the place was held.
His face was in the mud; one arm flung out
As when he crumpled up; his sturdy legs
Were bent beneath bis trunk; heels to the skye.
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7. |
Alice Blues
03:27
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8. |
I Have A Door!
06:10
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10. |
Market Forces Sweetheart
04:20
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11. |
Restring Theory
05:49
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This afternoon I was restringing my Ibanez Artist - but not just any old restring!
Back in my gigging days this guitar was strung with 11-52 gauge strings (and 'proper' old jazz strings at that, with a wound 3rd string) in standard tuning. A good 7-8 years ago, no longer gigging and moving to lighter strings on my guitars in general, I adjusted the setup on this guitar - I kept the same string gauge but set up the guitar tuned to D Standard with the strings a whole tone lower in pitch and therefore at a reduced tension.
For the last year or so, though, I've been thinking of returning the guitar to standard tuning (E to E) and today I finally got round to it. To counteract the raised tension I've fitted standard 11-48 gauge strings (plain 3rd)- the same setup I have on my other 24¾" scale Ibanez AGS83B. The overall tension is slightly higher than the old setup but lighter than the old 11-52 gauge strings in standard tuning.
Changing both string gauge and tuning has necessitated tweaking the truss rod (neck relief), action and intonation to compensate. After a few hours making the various adjustments and fine tuning the feel of the setup I recorded this quick blast over a 9/8 drum pattern in my looper.
It plays and responds well - I should have got round to this ages ago. :)
In other news, my intermittent noise issue (that I had though vanquished) returned briefly - and then disappeared again. :(
- Steve Baker, 'Guitar Diaries', 31st October 2015
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12. |
Sexy Pants
03:45
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