Interview With Jamie Little

The following interview took place during 2010 when Jamie Little was touring the UK with Texas Blues artist, Hamilton Loomis. It first appeared in digital format on the ADC Drums website.

Picture of UK drummer, Jamie LittleMention Birmingham or the Midlands of England, and most people visualise an industrial landscape, dominated by concrete, motorways, pollution and silent factories that were once the lifeblood of the British car industry. Behind this somewhat blinkered façade, it is easy to forget that the area spawned a music scene Continue reading “Interview With Jamie Little”

Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue, Eric’s, 23/09/11

New Orleans Comes To Liverpool

Trombone Shorty @ Eric's Club, Liverpool, 2011Let there be no illusion, my relationship with the active Liverpool music scene is one borne from its lack of ability to offer anything other than the same reconstituted, jingle-jangle-three-chord pop ditties that were its stock-in-trade of 40 years ago. There was a brief period in the late 1970’s when it embraced the new and almost buried the old. Continue reading “Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue, Eric’s, 23/09/11”

Sabian Artisan Clinic, with Ralph Salmins & Karl Brazil – 06/09/11

Reality comes to Liverpool

Four years have past since Liverpool saw its last drum event in the city, so there was no surprise seeing so many bodies packed up to the reclaimed bricks of Liverpool’s most famous musical dungeon. Attendees had been suitably warned in advance that this was not going to be a technique-fest, but rather a chance to see up-close, two of the few remaining busy drummers that work a decimated London ‘session’ scene. Between them, Ralph Salmins and Karl Brazil have notched up a pretty impressive pair of CV’s, graced by names such as Alanis Morisette, Sheryl Crow, Madonna, Elton John, Georgie Fame, Robbie Williams, Van Morrison, George Martin, Tori Amos, Take That, The Waterboys, Westlife, Bjork, Feeder, Leona Lewis, not forgetting Karl’s friend, James Blunt. A mixed set of bed-fellows indeed, testament to the variety of what can still be pulled from a diminishing pool of opportunities for the A-List pro drummer.

Ralph Salmins at The Cavern Liverpool, 2011First to share their musical life experience was Ralph Salmins, known more for his Jazz work than mainstream cuts and the (not too) elder statesman of the show. After his opening shot of playing along to a live rendition of Georgie Fame’s ‘Yeah Yeah’, Ralph got straight to the business of showing everyone what “makes the money” in his game. Needless to say, it had nothing to do with flurries of recycled rudiments and everything to do with Time, Feel and Sound. This was aptly demonstrated with the aid of a metronome and a simple, hypnotic brush groove, showing the mixed results of pushing and pulling the groove around machine dictated Time. Clearly Master of his own inner-clock, Ralph was adamant that if practised, this simple exercise was key to providing what producers and MD’s look for in a drummer – creating Time other musicians want to live inside. “That’s what makes the dollars!”

Salmins also performed what could turn out to be, the first and last piece of Acid Jazz/Rare Groove style music, everto have permeated into the subterranean earth of Matthew Street, since Alan Styner surrendered his dreams of a Paris inspired Jazz club in 1959. A refreshing change to the Groundhog day “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” that has seemingly set into the concrete of this hallowed ground. Closing his set with a Latin track and introducing a fresh musical genre into the atmosphere, Salmins had set the room up perfectly for his clinic colleague and Master of Pop sessions, Karl Brazil.

Karl Brazil at The Cavern, 2011Getting a self-penned Fusion track out of the way and certifying that he did have a few extra ions in his Pop drumming fire, Karl Brazil proceeded to play through a selection of tracks he’d drummed on for artists such as Take That, Feeder, Jason Mraz and long-time friend/housewives favourite, James Blunt. Reiterating and reinforcing all the good points that his predecessor had touched on, Brazil went on to emphasise how different Snare drums played a big part in how the sound of the backbeat could affect the song vibe, changing them between tracks. Watching this left hander play a right handed kit (a la Ringo), it’s becomes obvious why he’s on many an MD’s speed-dial, displaying a natural versatility and feel for the work-space he occupies.

Ralph Salmins & Karl Brazil, Q&A session, The Cavern, 2011Possibly, the most important and sobering part of the night was during the Q&A session when drummers on the other side of the fence got to ask some very pertinent questions about what it’s like to be a pro player in today’s challenging climate. The answers did not paint a good picture, with studio sessions progressively on the decline and no sign of the ‘old days’ returning until the physical product (CD’s) starts making money again. That is of course, a huge ‘if’ but there was some saving grace with live work being on the increase, becoming the mainstay income on what’s left of the session circuit. With repeated references to the music industry “being on its knees” this part of the night didn’t make for easy listening. However, the flip-side was the encouragement both Ralph and Karl gave by saying that success can still be achieved by hard work and determination.

Ralph Salmins & Karl Brazil, drum duet, The Cavern, 2011Overall, Ralph Salmins and Karl Brazil served a taste of reality; these are the faces at the coalface of an industry whose glory days are long over, but still manage to stay afloat in a market where extra-safe, mediocrity rules and internet downloads have diluted the profitability of record companies. Looking at the low-level produce churned out by today’s ‘sell ‘em cheap pile ‘em high’ Pop industry moguls, it’s no secret that these players are grossly over qualified for a portion of the roles being asked of them. Despite this, they still exude an enthusiasm and genuine love of playing music, embracing the opportunities given under such austere artistic and economic conditions. But if you want to make a living at ‘the top’ these days, you have to take what’s on the Paymaster General’s table, no matter how uninspiring some of the product may seem.

For an evening’s lesson in realism about playing drums for a living in the second decade of the 21st century, there was plenty of potential for leaving an audience wondering, “Why bother?” But with teachers like Ralph Salmins and Karl Brazil as your guides, you begin to realise that hope remains an infinite lifeline for those who still dare to dream.

Hokie Joint, Emperors New Clothes – or Not?

The following review appears on the excellent Blues in the North West website.

Gig Review – Garston RBL, 10 June 2011

The unfortunate cloak of cynicism that envelops us with the passing of time, can become as much an effective weapon in the detection of hype as it is a hindrance to discovery. Keeping this in mind, there have been so many good things spoken about Hokie Joint over the last twelve months, it’s hard to know what to believe. For those still clinging to the last straws of new musical hope, the only logical course of action is to drop the veil of pessimism and go see what the fuss is all about.

If allowed only one word to describe Hokie Joint, it would have to be ‘quirky’. Being unlikely candidates for adoption by the British Blues scene, they seem unwilling bedfellows within a genre that has at least in England, become dominated by either guitar-slinging child prodigies, or slick, formulaic, middle-aged musos. Although having members of multiple age groups, this is a band who manage to avoid the usual clichés that currently reign on the circuit and set out their own agenda for playing ‘The Blues’ or as they put it, “Taking the Blues to the masses”.

Production wise, Hokie Joint offer the uninitiated punter a visual stage-theme, some left-field song compositions and a neat line in between-song anecdotes. In fact, it’s easy to forget that you’re actually attending a gig presented under the guise of ‘The Blues’; sure, there’s elements in there, but the bigger picture contains a lot more than a mono-genre flavour. Traditional Blues connections are maintained by the not too in-your-face harp of Giles King and the youthful but skilful slide-work of Clapton influenced guitarist, Joel Fisk. It’s fringe-Blues, but it works. Ask yourself if we really need another British Bonamassa/SRV teenage clone and the answer surely has to be, “No!” That’s where the likes of Hokie Joint inject their freshness, daring to drag the British Blues scene to a new platform, and not surprisingly, gathering a clan of followers in their wake.

There are no egocentric dominations at a Hokie Joint gig. Sure, people get to shine, but not in the usual tasteless limelight, generated by predictable guitar fuelled histrionics. No, these guys are a lot more subtle with their trade. Take the almost veteran rhythm section of Fergie Fulton and Stephen Cupsey Cutmore. Neither engages in futile soloing; they are completely comfortable in each others pockets, having forged a union together over many years, wiping out the need to make any personal musical statements. If these guys fell down the stairs whilst playing, they’d still sound like they were falling together.

Undoubtedly, what sells it for the Hokie’s comes from the way singer/vaudevillian frontman Jo Jo Burgess delivers their offerings. Tom Waits has been mentioned frequently as a connection point but if you listen closely, you can hear references to The Pogues, Folk music, the Stones, Polka music, The Doors, sea shanties, Ian Dury, Eddie Vedder, the Feelgood’s – in fact, traditional British Blues is the last place your brain cells will be tapping into for a familiarity check. When was the last time you saw a singer wear Guy-liner at a Blues gig? Exactly; this is a new breed for a tired scene, putting fresh coal onto a fire smoking on its last embers.

The icing on the cake has to be that the band have a healthy set of their own material. Yes folks; these boys don’t rely on regurgitating a back catalogue culled from the last thirty years of tired, unimaginative Blues/Rock favourites. Instead, they choose to showcase their own songs from two-CD’s worth of musings on life, the latest being, ‘The Music Starts to Play’. So here lies the challenge: Can other British bands rise to the mantle and dare to throw a spark into the works of a flagging engine? It’s certainly possible, and Hokie Joint may have just kick-started a long, overdue, revolution.