Clap hands

My 11-month son Otto is a keen percussionist. Last week, he discovered the fine art of hand clapping. He tends to work on his timing while changing nappies and sometimes while listening to music. Hardly metronomic, he compensates for this with rich washes of enthusiasm. That goes a long way, at least if you are a proud father.

Very interesting developments on the IB side of things. Stressful Panta Rei compositions sound good despite enourmous pressure on Mats and people not doing what they were supposed to do. The Threepenny Opera sessions will recommence in early April followed by the IB Expo appearance at Gouveia on April 21.

Speaking of IB Expo, planning for IB Expo 07 is proceeding and I am currently working on the line-up. Once more, it will be an unforgettable evening, I can assure you.

I was saddened to hear about a musician friend who seems to have writer's cramp and also a rough financial patch. If I only were Bill Gates, or at least Ingvar Kamprad...

At Jazz i Malmö, I am trying to get the bookings done for three summer dates and the autumn season. Unexpectedly, I ran into some problems that can affect the booking in a serious way. The bottom line of this was that someone I thought was on my side turned out to look after his own interests exclusively, which turned him and his club over to the other side (ie the representative of the artists' side). Luckily, offers come in heaps. Unfortunately, the money doesn't.

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"Clap Hands", from Tom Waits' Rain Dogs is an intriguing tune. Take away the vocals, and you have an almost ambient background with a very nice and basic percussion based texture. Add Waits' stream-of-consciousness-nursery-rhyme-lyrics and you have sometheing truly unique. Add to that Marc Ribot's dirty guitar licks and Michael Blair's well-suited percussion playing. The man himself is one of a kind. And "Clap Hands" is a really good tune.

Too Hot to Händel

Or rather, "Too Hot to Handle". Since my teens, I have enjoyed UFO's take on melodic hard rock with clever guitar playing (and lyrics I rarely could relate to). The other day, the opportunity presented itself to go listen to the band at KB in Malmö.

With the ever-present (at least physically) vocalist Phil Mogg, most-of-the-time-UFO-basist Pete Way and frequent keyboardist/guitarist Paul Raymond in the ranks, this is close enough to the classic line-up of the Michael Schenker years, at least as close as I am likely to come to hearing this line-up. These three spaceship veterans were joined by drummer Simon Wright, stepping in for the ankle injured original UFO drummer Andy Parker, and lead guitarist Vinnie Moore.

Should you be unfamiliar with Mr. Moore, he can be described as one of the better and more interesting shredders of the neo-classical era. If you're into that kind of thing, you can do a lot worse than cupping an earful of his Mind's Eye album.

So, the million kronor question was: how does this neo-classical italian-american guy compare to Herr Schenker? The ten kronor question was: in what condition would Mogg and Way be in? One thing at a time and first things first.


Vinne Moore is a technical player, a fast player and a Red Bull drinker. But he can't blend blues phrases with classically influences patterns the way Michael Schenker did - and still does. Moore is - technically speaking - a superior guitarist to Schenker (a guitarist who only uses three fingers on his left hand), but he is not as inventive, not as compositionally strong and not as dynamic as the Flying V axeman. Moore's rhythm chops also left something to be desired. In other words, I rate Schenker higher. For evidence, listen to Moore soloing on "Rock Bottom", "Love to Love" or "Shoot Shoot" and get your old vinyls out (CDs will do nicely, as will downloads). Compare and you will see what I am talking about.


I am sure Vinnie Moore is less volatile than Michael Schenker, and I am certain that the american is much easier to work with. Still: give me the wah-wah drenched three-fingered arpeggios of Schenker anyday.

The state of Mogg and Way? Let's just say remind ourselves of the name of Pete Way's old band: Waysted. They were. Having said that, Phil Mogg sang surprisingly well even though he was completely blotto. I wonder if Pete Way has sold off his trusty Gibson basses? In Malmö he played an Epiphone, which is of course a much cheaper instrument. I found it striking that a musician can play professionally for more than thirty years and still have piss-poor technique on his instrument. Very punky, but also very poor musicianship.

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"Too Hot to Handle" is, of course one of the most well-known songs by UFO. It's taken from the excellent Lights Out album released in 1977. Hardly one of my favourite UFO tunes, but it's an OK rock 'n' roll stomper. Probably best heard on the live Strangers in the Night album.