Talk Of The Trio

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 6

2010-04-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

Drumnadrochit. We were all looking forward to this one - Glenurquhart Hall is a lovely wee hall. Jennie McFie looking after us as usual, and what a splendid job she did. Had a totally lovely gig, with a good turn-out. Tom B managed to turn the CD sales around for the trio by some well-placed emotional blackmail on the audience. I particularly liked the "trio-have-5-children-between-them-and-Aidan's-band-only-have-one" sketch. The audience responded with mock-sympathy and bought enough CDs to avoid us winning the wooden CD award again. Tonight was also a particularly good rendition of Brown's - I think Tobermory & Drumnadrochit are tied in first place so far...

Had a wee party and a tune back at Jennie's house after the gig - relatively civilised affair, highlights included Konrad's induction to marmite, and Aidan's spectacular multi-level somersault. With fiddle. Very impressive.

Off to Aberdeen now. See you there.

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 5

2010-04-25T04:36:00.001-07:00

Dunfermline tonight. What can I tell you about the gig in Dunfermline? Carnegie Hall. Ticket sales not great. Played in the bar instead of the theatre so it would look more full. Good for morale that. Gig was nice. Audience were nice. Staff were nice. Hotel was nice. I guess it was nice.

Quote of the day: "No, I don't want fish. I'll have chicken or something. And fish.

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 4

2010-04-25T04:35:00.000-07:00

Today we're just traveling - no gig tonight so we're all going home for an evening with our families. Lucky them.

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 3

2010-04-25T04:32:00.000-07:00

Today is technically a day off - still a gig to do in the evening, but no traveling or soundcheck. And what a cracker of a day. We decided to drive over to beautiful Calgary Bay on the north west of the island. Went to Martyn Bennett's grave for a while, and Tom & Aidan played a couple of tunes. Was nice. Still miss Martyn. If you're reading this and don't know who Martyn is, go google him and find out. He was a truly remarkable guy, and a big inspiration to all of us.

We also walked down to the beach - stunning white sand, blue sea and not a cloud in the sky. It was not warm though, by any stretch of the imagination, not even remotely - which made Tom & Aidan's swim in the sea (albeit a brief one) all the more impressive. Tom L even got a kite flying at one point. We also met Tim's sister there with her wee boy Harris, and Zana the dog. I'm not sure how you spell Zanna, but I'm fairly sure Zhanna won't be offended if I spell her name wrong. I am pretty sure Sanna is spelt with a Z though.

After a very nice lunch in Calgary, we headed back to Tobermory. Some folk napped, some played. The second gig was just as nice as the first, although I think we were all a little tired for some reason. It was very nice to have Olive Brown (of Brown's fame) in the audience. Olive has actually retired since we originally did the Shops project, but she was the lady who tried to continue serving customers during our performance behind the counter in Brown's hardware store.

Most of us had a slightly earlier night tonight.

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 2

2010-04-25T04:28:00.000-07:00

Arrived on Mull just after lunchtime. Good to be back where it all started. Gordon Maclean is in good form as usual. Had a fairly predictable afternoon of soundcheck/eating /rehearsal/eating/coffee drinking/checking emails/eating etc...

Gig went very well. The wee room in An Tobar was full as usual, with a great atmosphere as usual. Browns was particularly well enhanced by the audience tonight. After the gig we ended up hanging in the said wee room for a relaxing drink. Tim did some excellent DJ-ing from the mixing desk, Tom B provided everyone with boomwhackers which we thrashed around for a good half hour (which amazingly only resulted in a couple of minor injuries), I played the drums badly along to Booker T, before everyone realised that if you put the boomwhackers over your ears, the music sounded weird yet at the same time, if I may borrow a phrase from a much earlier decade, "far out".

The rest of the company were then treated to an impromptu and exclusive performance of the Scandinavian free improv duo "Knut & Thor", who bare some resemblance to Tom B and myself, which is quite a coincidence. After that, the tunes flowed, and the An Tobar donations box filled up as musicians attempted to cure their munchies. Between 11pm & 6am there was some very lovely music, but there was a fair bit of nonsense too. And laughing. Lots of laughing.

Quote of the day: " I think Dave has a vitamin D deficiency..."

Word of the day: "Rickets"

An Tobar Sessions Tour : Day 1

2010-04-19T09:13:00.000-07:00

Well, we have arrived in Perth for our first gig of the tour. And it would appear that we didn't forget to bring anything. How unusual. We're still waiting for the piano to arrive though. Not the easiest soundcheck I've ever done...

Today's quote of the day: "Are there any vegetarians in your band?"

Today's word of the day: "Twart"

For those who don't know, the Trio is touring a double-bill with Aidan O'Rourke's An Tobar band, which is:

Aidan O'Rourke : Fiddle

Martin Green : Accordion

Catriona Mackay : Harp

Phil Bancroft : Saxophone

Martin O'Neill : Bodhran

Dates are:

Apr 19 2010	Perth: Red Rooms, Perth Theatre (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.horsecross.co.uk
Apr 20 2010	Mull: An Tobar, Tobermory (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.antobar.co.uk
Apr 21 2010	Mull: An Tobar, Tobermory (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.antobar.co.uk
Apr 23 2010	Dunfermline: Carnegie Hall (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.fifedirect.org.uk
Apr 24 2010	Drumnadrochit: Glenurquhart Hall (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.glenurquhart.info
Apr 25 2010	Aberdeen: The Blue Lamp (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Tel: 01224 647472 (Box Office)
May 6 2010	Gateshead: The Sage (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.thesagegateshead.org
May 7 2010	Edinburgh: Queens Hall (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.thequeenshall.net
May 8 2010	Banchory: Woodend Barn (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.woodendbarn.co.uk
May 13 2010	Stirling: The Tolbooth (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: tolbooth website
May 14 2010	Findhorn: Universal Hall (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.findhorn.org
May 15 2010	Stornoway: An Lanntair (with Aidan O'Rourke)	Web: www.lanntair.com

Hope to see you at least at one of them.

New Trio dates

2009-11-04T06:43:00.000-08:00

by DM

Some new dates for the trio - The next one is at the London Jazz Festival on November 21st - hope to see you there!

Nov 21 2009	London: Front Room,South Bank Centre	Web: www.londonjazzfestival.org.uk
Jan 19 2009	Glasgow: Celtic Connections, GRCH	Web: www.celticconnections.com
Apr 19 2010	Perth: Red Rooms, Perth Concert Hall	t.b.a.
Apr 20 2010	Mull: An Tobar, Tobermory	Web: www.antobar.co.uk
Apr 21 2010	Mull: An Tobar, Tobermory	Web: www.antobar.co.uk
Apr 22 2010	Oban: Corran Halls	Web: www.corranhalls.co.uk
Apr 23 2010	Dunfermline: Carnegie Hall	Tel: 01383 602302 (Box Office)
Apr 24 2010	Drumnadrochit	t.b.a.
Apr 25 2010	Aberdeen: The Blue Lamp	Tel: 01224 647472 (Box Office)
May 7 2010	Edinburgh: Queens Hall	Web: www.thequeenshall.net
May 8 2010	Banchory: Woodend Barn	Web: www.woodendbarn.co.uk
May 13 2010	Stirling: The Tolbooth	Web: tolbooth website
May 14 2010	Findhorn: Universal Hall	Web: www.findhorn.org
May 15 2010	Stornoway: An Lanntair	Web: www.lanntair.com

Trio spotted partying with Princess Grace

2009-07-30T01:02:00.000-07:00

By T Lyne

Its hard to tell exactly what the time period for this is but the trio were recently spotted cavorting en mass with various members of a high flying string group.

shock discovery on the internet

2009-06-13T06:11:00.000-07:00

By tommy banana

a 'friend' was looking at a butt reduction website the other day and was shocked to see this image from a photo of a 54 year old woman in kansas.

is this a sign of paranormal activity?

what does it mean?

Ella Hewat Milligan

2009-03-22T07:20:00.000-07:00

By DM

I know... more non-trio-related stuff, but I couldn't resist it.

Friday 13th, a Small Elephant and a New Trio

2009-03-14T13:53:00.000-07:00

By DM

This was a blog post I did for MySpace, which I thought I'd put up here too in the absence of any other blog contributions in the last 13 weeks. Even though it has nothing to with the Trio. At least not this trio.

Friday the 13th has come and gone. Just another day for most folk, but some really do think it's unlucky. I met someone this morning who told me that she'd made her son stay at home today, because on the last Friday 13th he crashed the brand new family car. I found myself imagining her getting home from work to find her son frantically trying to repair the completely demolished greenhouse, which he crashed into with the lawn mower.

I guess i don't believe in luck.

This was also the day my wife Corrina was 'due' to give birth to our first baby. There's not much sign of any action though, so it looks like the bump is refusing to join the select group of babies who arrive on their 'due' date. Apparently only between 3 and 5% of all births happen on their 'due' date. (I keep putting the word 'due' in inverted commas. Sorry if you find that 'annoying'.) Man, I have learned so many statistics recently. Did you know that 74% of all statistics are made up? 23% are based on unqualified research, and the last 5% are put together by people who can't count. All true.

Most of the parents I know talk about how incredible it is having a baby. I can't really comment as we haven't had ours yet - but the whole build up to it has been kind of amazing. Our families have been busy making stuff. Sewing, stitching, knitting... (There's even been curtains made!) It's great to see how everyone has been kind of 'rejuvenated' by the prospect of a new addition to the family - a sense of optimism is definitely in the air. Maybe it's all a wee bit more amplified because we both have fairly small families with hardly any young'uns. Who knows. And our pals have been fantastic too - we are completely kitted out for the new arrival having not spent a penny, thanks to donations of little-used (and in some cases, never-used) newborn baby stuff. I still don't know what half of it's for.

Actually, the not-spending-a-penny thing isn't entirely true... A lot of the advice we got from friends when we told them about having the baby was along the lines of "Don't buy anything! We've got buggies/cots/seats/clothes etc we don't use anymore..." Great stuff, we thought. A lot of the stuff you only use for a few months anyway... But a couple of months ago I was talking to one pal, who is already a father with another on the way, and I was given this single bit of advice: "Buy something!"

Huh? But everybody else said...

"No, buy something - even if it's just a wee thing. It makes it real."

That struck a chord with me 'cos it certainly wasn't feeling very real at that point. So the other day, we finally got round to it - "Let's go buy something for the baby" we said.

Now it sometimes feels kind of like we're one of the last couples I know of to have a kid, but just in case anyone out there is yet to go through this fantastic journey, one small, humble piece of advice I would give is to be wary of the big-brand shops.

We made the mistake of going to one of them. Not mentioning any names, but let's just say it's not called Fathercare. We really did intend to just buy something wee, but all of a sudden we got totally taken in by the "Look, what's that thing? - oh, we'll be needing one of those!" scenario. The whole layout of these stores is unreal - you're immediately confronted by this bewildering array of stuff and you're given the impression you just won't be able to survive having a baby without them. After what seemed like an entire weekend wandering round the store, we got to the checkout. I couldn't believe it - the till showed a total of nearly £100. The assistant asked if we wanted a store/rewards card. When we eventually regained the ability to speak, we asked why. Noticing that the bundle of items we'd picked up were all for a new-born, she said: "Well, let's face it - you'll be coming in here for probably the next seven years, so you'll save money in the long-run." Are you KIDDING?? You think we're coming back? We just bought £100 worth of stuff that I've never heard of before! (Apart from the small elephant - I'd heard of those.) Now, I'm aware by this point that we're the mugs for actually falling for the "This stuff is absolutely CRUCIAL to your successfully looking after a baby" routine, but the staff actually seem to believe it too! We started to get the picture of what everyone was talking about with the "Don't buy anything" advice. Where would it end? "Baby's 2 years old now, time we bought a self-moisturising, temperature-controlled, safety-bath-hat & activity centre." (Available in a choice of colours, of course...)

Another friend (and parent) asked me recently, knowing that the due date was very near, if we were ready. I said I didn't really know.

She said: " Do you have nappies?"

Yes.

"Do you have somewhere for the baby to sleep?"

Yes.

"Then you're ready."

I guess that sums it up. (I may have simplified that conversation for effect, but you get the point...)

But if you have loads of money to spend, then absolutely, go and spend it on your baby. Why not? I'm sure I would if I could. You'll probably never feel there's a more worthy reason for spending such a huge pile of cash. If you don't have loads of money, does it matter? - Do you really have to spend £20 on a pair of shoes for a baby who can't walk yet, and won't fit in a couple of months?

Of course, all this talk of spending (or not spending) money is all pretty insignificant in the big scheme of things. Needless to say, I'm very excited about the impending augmentation. Corrina and I have been together for 18 years now, and I kind of thought we'd always be a duo. This was a somewhat unexpected adventure, but now I cannae wait.

Trio it is then...

11/11, The Great Harmonic Convergance

2009-02-15T07:08:00.000-08:00

By T Lyne

Seems we have more of a revolution going on than at first was visible from the air. Actually, one of the great things about living in Pathhead is that when you fly to Edinburgh, 9 times out of 10 the plane you are on goes directly over my house at about 5,000 feet on the approach to the airport. Just one of those pointless bits of information that can be gleamed from reading other people's mindless ramblings.So not only is the innumerable Dave Milligan propogating the species with his lovely wife Corrina, they are moving to Pathhead on wednesday . . . so they'll be able to see their house when flying back to Edinburgh from various gigs abroad, . . . when the airlines allow them back on the planes. They've not done anything wrong, really, but there is that thing about pregnant women flying past a certain date; which they subsequently discovered, also applies to pregnant women beyond a certain date being allowed on long ferry passages across the channel. Which is not really the sort of thing you want to find out at the last minute, on your way to a gig, especially when pregnant, but has been known to happen.

God, how I love the run-on sentence culture here in the UK . . .

I guess, of there was to be a point, which I may at some point make, is a point relating to the theory of dates containing the numbers 11/11 and that it apparently opens a portal to another dimension to where we can all ascend and throw off the shackles of an inept government and relatively obscene interest rates. This date (or there are many of them if you are creative) is often referred to as the Harmonic Convergence.

On wednesday, however, the date will be 180209 - not a lot of 11/11 going on there, but it will be a convergence of relative harmonies as the entire Dave Milligan Trio will officially live in the same village. How weird is that. 10 years ago I hadn't eve heard of Pathhead, I was still struggling with the concept of 'trying' for a child and getting my head around the fact that I had been married for about two days.

All this time later and Sophie and I have just had our tenth anniversary which then means its about 9 1/2 years since we quit smoking (at Dave and Corrina's wedding funnily enough), slightly more than 9 years since Leo was conceived and slightly less than 9 years since we moved here to the village.

May things continue to converge.

Tom

A Countryside Walk

2009-01-01T11:57:00.000-08:00

By T Lyne

As if today wasn't revealing enough as it is, we had a grea tafternoon rambling through the local gentry estate admiring their excess when we passed by a herd of cows, . . lowing in the gloaming. I was taking pictures of the interesting trees and local animals, and at the time this totally passed me by. But fortunately I didn't delete this seeming harmless shot off the camera and when I reviewed the shots of the laptop I found this strage portrait of a cow. I am sure that is our fearless leader performing a mind meld with bessie the heffer.

Time for Change

2009-01-01T04:55:00.000-08:00

By T Lyne

Well well well, merry new 'at it' and all that. That was 'mean good' party last night, the new year has been well brought in. The multitudes were multitudinal and erectreflectival, maybe even a bit overstrueditively syarmy. There was a visitation from all the usual suspects, some unusual, and all trying to wish in the year welly.

Most everything has arrived, if, with perhaps a bit of a, don't mind saying so, a covert kind of a way, but not wholly disguised as such, a warm welcome (the Scottish tourism board could pay me 3/4 of a million pounds for that slogan), . . anyways, and I am getting to the point, All went well.

There may, however, be a slight hitch in the plans for the Dave Milligan Trio in the coming year(s) as I have it on good authority that Dave has been subverting his position as pianist(penist) and supplementing his income by doing gigs on accordion. Undercover spies have leaked this photo taken at a gig on princess street during the hogmany celebrations. This is Dave playing accordion for the James Blunt concert that nobody went to.

Needless to say it looks like Tom B and I will be advertising for jazz pianists named Dave to fill a possible vacancy, I've heard dave is now book solid through 2011. Catch him all next week at Whistle Binkey's.

Happy New Year

CD of the week

2008-12-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

By DM

Shops is CD of the week in today's Scotsman newspaper.

It also got a 4-star review in today's Guardian

A lovely review of our gig at The Lot appears in the Herald too.

I hope Rob Adams doesn't mind if I quote my favourite line from the article:

"... part genius, part Sooty & Sweep."

Fantastic.

A Lot of joy

2008-12-18T04:23:00.000-08:00

By DM

We played at the Lot in Edinburgh last night, following a concert in An Tobar on Mull on Tuesday evening. I really enjoyed playing these gigs - both Toms were playing totally out of their skins, and that always raises the game for me. Much joy was felt on both occasions, and the Shops CD is officially open for business. As usual the three of us had a brilliant laugh on the trip to Mull - although that may have been partly to do with hysteria induced by lack of sleep... But it was fantastic to see Gordon Maclean again (on great form as always) in Tobermory, and it felt good returning to the place it all started. Thank you Gordon. Thanks also to Adrian & Jane, and the whole team at An Tobar for all their work & support. It's been a great journey - and it's not over yet!

On the way to Mull...

2008-12-16T01:37:00.001-08:00

by DM

A quick coffee stop on the way to Tobermory. We're a bit late. Poor Tom B is very tired. He's been up on his roof for weeks, and only came down this morning.

halifax schmalifacts

2008-12-15T17:25:00.000-08:00

By Tommy Banana

ok dave the story of the trip to halifax is broadly true and it is very well written and thanks for your kind words and for not at all presenting me as a one man walking travel disaster but here are a few comments... ( nb I accept that memory is a funny thing so your account may be 100% accurate)

1) you are swearing in the blog but in reported speech attributed to me. I dont think that is fair. As you know well I never swear in real life but would like to on the blog but you won't let me.

That's fucking bollocks.

2) The incorrectly collected spare wheel was from a medium size nissan and looked pretty similar to my daewoo wheel (at least when talking on the phone and offering the guy from my village a lift home) (nb I swear the kwik fit fitter pointed directly at that wheel). I understand you maybe exagerrating for comic effect but why not go the whole hog and say the spare wheel was off a scalextrix reliant robin?

3) tyre didnt puncture until at least an hour after we realised I had no spare tyre. ( nb ... and it wasnt the same wheel that allegedly mounted the kerb in hawick)

4) car that pulled up wasnt the police it was these useless motorway patrol muppets who were meant to be driving up and down the motorway to maintain safety but said "regulations prevent us from leaving the motorway even though it would help you get your stranded car off the hard shoulder quicker, sorry. my life wouldnt be worth living blah blah"

5) it was me that made the blonde big tits comment not them as in " I bet you would be able to break the rules and give me a lift if I was blonde and had big tits". (Nb - no they didnt mutter " well you're not blonde "on account of my large moobs - in case you were asking)

6) I dont remember us arriving after the published start time of the gig but maybe you protected me from that.

7) you omitted to mention the smoke and burning smell coming out of my car (?clutch) as I tried to reverse back up the ramp.

8) what about the edmontons?

we set off to Mull in your car tomorrow. I will be taking notes...... and pictures....

Trip to Halifax

2008-12-14T10:52:00.000-08:00

By DM

This is the story of a trip that the trio took for a gig in Halifax last December. At least, as I remember it.

It's epic, and possibly too long for a mere blog post but it kind of needs to be this long, and it's all true. At least, as I remember it.

For the purposes of this tale and to avoid confusion, Tom Bancroft will be referred to as Tom, and Tom Lyne will be referred to as Tomtom. There is also a GPS navigation system in this story, and I am aware that Tomtom is also a popular brand name of GPS system. This is purely coincidental.

The role of Geoff Amos will be played by himself, even though he only has one line. Thank you.

2.30pm: And we're off. On our way to Halifax for a gig, looking forward to it. It's gonna be good.

We were going to leave around 1 pm, but the journey has started a little later than planned. This is due, possibly, to the fact that Tom (designated driver for this particular trip) had very admirably and diligently opted to get his spare wheel replaced at a reputable auto repair centre before we left. Now that's responsible behaviour in my book. Good work. I mean, it's only an hour and a half delay... we can make that up.

Tom is driving his Daewoo, and in the Daewoo is Tom, Tomtom, Me, Tom's drum kit, Tomtom's double bass, 3 suit-bags, a few cases and an array of unlikely items that seem to live in the car. It's a tight fit - I'm sitting in what's left of the back seat, knees up around my ears and surrounded by instruments and bags. But we're ok. We're moving. It's going well.

We're heading south. It's probably a total of 3 and a half hours journey so we should arrive about 6pm. The gig's not til 8pm, so there's plenty time. We also have the added bonus of travelling with Tom's GPS sat-nav system, so nothing can go wrong. Tom has been telling Tomtom and me about how fantastic the sat-nav is, and how "you'll never go back once you've used one..." Great stuff, I think. It's going well.

2.40 pm: Ten minutes into the journey, Tom says: "Shit." to no-one in particular.

Tomtom & I says: "What?"

Tom says: "I think I forgot my bass drum pedal"

Tomtom & I says nothing, and we all silently contemplate the implications of doing a gig with no bass drum pedal.

After a few moments, Tom says "Shit" again.

Tomtom & I says "What?" again.

Tom says: "I think my drums sticks were with the bass drum pedal"

"Well," I says, "we're just coming up to Hawick - there's a wee music shop there, maybe we could buy some sticks and a pedal if they have them?"

There's a general agreement, and we're back on track. Everything is going well again.

2.45 pm: A matter of minutes later we roll into Hawick, and with expert local knowledge (having grown up near there), I guide us to the music shop. Tom pulls up on the pavement outside the shop. The kerb is a good 20cm high and the car hits it with quite a bump. As concerns for the well-being of Tom's tyres are raised, talk briefly turns to the coincidental and fortunate trip he made to the reputable auto repair centre to replace his spare wheel, just a matter of hours ago. We are somewhat reassured.

2.55 pm: We leave Hawick's only music shop with four drumsticks but no bass drum pedal. It's not the problem solved, but it's something. We're on the road again. It's still going well.

Now, sat-nav systems mostly, to my knowledge (I still don't own one), have an in-built pre-recorded voice that audibly gives you directions throughout your journey. You can choose from a variety of different voices and languages, and apparently you can also download various 'novelty' voices and character types. The voice guiding us on Tom's sat-nav, for some reason, has Tourette syndrome, an inherited neuropsychiatric disorder, characterized by the presence of multiple vocal tics. In short, the voice on Tom's sat-nav habitually shouts and swears at him when giving any directions. This fact has no direct effect on the story, but bearing in mind that the machine appears to give you advice whether you need it or not, it will give you a more accurate sense of the tension that will start to accumulate from this point on.

4 pm: We've just pulled on to the M6, the main artery south from Scotland and it feels good to be on the open road, travelling at speed. Tom's phone rings. He answers, and Tomtom and I are quietly listening to one side of the conversation. Throughout the course of the 3-minute call we hear some of the following phrases: "Yeah, I collected it this morning...", "No...", "Really?...", "Oh...", "I'm really sorry about that..." .

4.05 pm: Tom hangs up. "What was that about?" we say. He tells us that it was the reputable auto repair centre on the phone wondering why he took the wrong spare wheel. "What do you mean?" we ask. Apparently, Tom had been mid-conversation with someone on his mobile phone when he arrived to collect his spare wheel from the reputable auto repair centre, and one of the mechanics had pointed vaguely in the direction of a pile of "ready to collect' spare wheels. Being distracted by his mobile phone conversation, Tom's attention perhaps wasn't fully on the matter at hand. However it happened, he did not pick up the wheel he was supposed to.

4.06 pm: BOOM! doof-doof-doof-doof-doof-doof-doof-doof-doof-doof.

This is something like the noise we hear as one of the tyres blows out and we limp on to the hard shoulder.

"What were the chances?" one of us said. Maybe we all said it. Maybe we just thought it. Or maybe it was just me. But what were the chances?

Tom gets out to retrieve the spare wheel... maybe it will fit anyway. Of course, we have to unpack the car to get access, and this is when we really start enjoying ourselves - it's a brilliantly cold and dark december afternoon, and we're standing on the hard shoulder, a few feet away from busy 80mph traffic with all the instruments scattered on the ground, and frankly, very inappropriate clothing.

4.10 pm: Tom skillfully and efficiently jacks the car up and gets the blown-out wheel off. The spare doesn't fit. It's for a small Honda. It so doesn't fit, it's nearly funny. If it wasn't so cold it might have been really funny, but as it was, only nearly funny. We get back in the car, and Tom gets on the case. "We just need a garage." he says, encouragingly and gets his phone out. We can see lights of a town nearby, so this is a good sign. From directory enquiries he gets the number of a garage. He calls them, but they can't come out to where we are - they could fix the tyre if we can get to them, but they're just too busy to send someone out. "Right, I just need to get the tyre to them then." Again, Tomtom & I are encouraged. Tom calls a local taxi company, again with the help of directory enquiries. After a frustrating but short call, Tom learns that the taxi company won't come on to the motor-way to collect him. "Not allowed" they said. Something to do with insurance.

4.30 pm: The police pull up behind us, and the inside of our car is suddenly illuminated with dancing lights, like beautiful blue rays of hope. "Hooray" I thinks, "the police will save us!". The police do not save us. Seemingly they are not allowed to leave the motorway. The two vaguely sympathetic coppers depart in search of more serious motor-way related crime, but not before making some intensely unhelpful comment about it possibly being a different situation, had we had blonde hair and big tits. Us pointing out that, between the three of us, we do technically possess both of those physical attributes does not help.

4.40 pm: So back to the taxi company plan. After some intense negotiation Tom arranges to meet a minicab near the motor-way and they will drive him to a garage - a fine compromise we all thought. And without a word, and before we can say "There's no business like it...", he's striding down the hard shoulder of the M6, into the dark, towards the next off-ramp wearing only a T-shirt for warmth and carrying the whole, broken wheel under one arm. In all my life I have never seen such an awesome sight, such determination, such a completely selfless act of courage in the face of adversity. It's very moving.

He also has the car keys in his pocket.

5 pm - 6pm: Not being able to turn on the engine of the stranded, 3-wheeled Daewoo, Tomtom and I pass a very cold hour by trying to arrange a bass drum pedal to be delivered to the venue, as well as trying to alert the venue to the fact that we may be cutting it fine getting there in time for the concert. Also during this hour, we are unaware that Tom has done slightly more walking than he'd anticipated. The minicab driver had suddenly stopped the car, saying "I'll just drop you here! I've got another fare to collect you see - The Garage is just up that road there...". As it turned out, it was just up that road, but he didn't mention it was over a mile away. When Tom does eventually make it back to the car, the vision of him appearing out of the darkness with an intact wheel has all the power and awe of his departure, and more. We are watching the return of a hero. Somebody will write songs about this moment one day. We have an unspoken urge to get out of the car and salute him or something. We don't salute him, but we do get out of the car. He has to change the wheel, and the extra weight would not be helpful at all.

6.10pm: New wheel. We're good to go! As we finally pull out on to the motor-way again, Tomtom and I sense that Tom has had enough of the verbal abuse he's been receiving from the sat-nav, as he calmly re-programs it. We are now being guided to Halifax by the voice of Yoda from the film Star Wars.

7.45 pm: After a further hour and a half of wonderfully eventless travelling, we reach the outskirts of Halifax. I make the decision to abandon the force, ignoring Tom's plea just to trust Yoda's advice: "turn left, you must, at next junction, hmmmm..." and I phone Geoff Amos, who booked the gig for us, and is waiting nervously at the venue. We are supposed to be on stage in 15 minutes. The ever-resourceful Geoff tells us that he's got us a bass drum pedal, and that the venue is all set for us and ready to go. "We might just pull this off!" I thinks to myself. "How do we find the venue Geoff?" Now I'm sure Geoff gave us a perfectly good description of the building and its surroundings, but he doesn't drive, so he can't really give us the right road directions. We have the post code programmed into the sat-nav, and a vague idea of signs to follow, yet there are now five people involved in directing us to the gig; The three of us randomly pointing at signs, saying stuff like "Look, there's a sign for the bus station - isn't it near the bus station?". Geoff saying stuff like " It's a massive building, looks like an old factory warehouse, can't you see it yet?" And Yoda with the hard-to-take-seriously, but ultimately correct "prepare you must, for right turn..."

Then, suddenly, with a matter of minutes to go before we're due on stage, we pull on to a road that stretches out before us, and is surrounded by buildings that look like old factory warehouses. And at the end of the road, arms waving, is Geoff. We've made it! As we draw nearer, we realise Geoff is gesturing in the direction of an alley off the main road, so we obediently follow his directions. Then we spot someone from the venue at the end of the alley beckoning us towards what seems to be a service entrance to the building. With his arms swinging briskly and enthusiastically to the right like some crazed disco dance, we follow his indicated direction at the speed of someone who is late for a gig, and turn in to an opening in the building and down a ramp. "Great!" we think. "We're here! Straight to the door. WE'RE GONNA MAKE THE GIG!!" When we reach the bottom of the ramp, we realise that something is not quite right.

What nobody had thought about in the few seconds leading up to this point, was the fact that this service entrance ramp wasn't really meant for cars. We have driven into what is effectively a dead end tunnel that is only a few millimeters wider than the car itself. Sure enough, there's the door right in front of us, like some metaphoric finish line, a tantilising, wondrous portal that would magically evaporate all the struggle and adversity of the day simply by walking through it, the door that will take us to the gig, to the warmth and anticipation of an eager audience, sitting waiting patiently for the concert to begin. It's just a few feet away... but there's not enough room to open the car doors. We are well and truly wedged. The silence in the car is broken by a wise-sounding voice: "Reached your destination, you have. Hmmm."

It only took about 3 seconds to drive down the ramp, but it takes us nearly 5 minutes to reverse up it again, inch by inch, so close is the gap between the car and the sides of the high walls. When we do finally get out, a man appears with a trolley and as the car spews out the instruments and cases on to the trolley, we reflect briefly on the day's events. "It's going well" I think.

We rolled the trolley down the ramp, through the magic door and into one of the best gigs we'd done all year.

Fear and Blogging in an Audi

2008-12-13T01:22:00.000-08:00

By T Lyne

hmmmm, weekend before the big european world tour for the DMT. I've got to make sure I get a new toothbrush, I always hate getting halfway 'round the world for a gig and finding there is no toothbrush in my kit bag. At those times, typically, we are being rushed around in cars and vans and the chances of getting someone to stop outside a chemist long enough to sort your ablution solutions is highly unlikely.

I recall a very poignant moment in the history of the DMT in Germany a couple years ago. We were being driven from somehwere to somewhere else in a big Audi limo on the autobahn. It was raining, we were tired, the auto was big and black and the driver might have just turned 16 yesterday, but assured us he was really a university student. And he was very excited to demonstrate just how fast he could go in this big car on the autobahn; because the huge widescreen display in the car made it impossible to escape the fact we were now travelling somewhere in the region of the speed of sound, the boy/child driver needed to turn around completely to look in the back seat and say with a wild sparkle in his eye 'I have never driven such a big powerful car'. . . . The silence from the trio was acute, little passed between us as we all got out the mobiles and began texting our last will and testament to our loved ones. With that complete we moved on to video games and chess, just to block out the incredible speed at which everything flashed by the window. We got there fairly quick and we're still here to talk about it. But I have never gone that fast in a car in my life.

This, of course, is in complete contradiction to the usual course of events, particularly, well, . . depending on who is at the wheel and who owns the car. Presently I am unwilling to name names and highlight various shortcomings and generosities. And it is inevitable that if or when I do, it will become entirely clear that, apart from me most of the time, none of us are, well, either perfect, or free from incident. And its not like I want to be critical, its more that I really enjoy the rediculous nature of the trip and the way it sets the mood and an undercurrent which is then brought with you onto the stage. We're all professionals here, but not at everything.

So, big world tour time next week. We've been rehearsing for months now and I feel bad that this has impacted negatively on Tom B's completion of his roof, though I may have got that slightly wrong. Anyways thats not the point. The point, and after all, there is always a point. And the point this week is, Its Dave's turn to drive; Wahey, which means Dave is driving and the rest of us can generally misbehave and tell stories about when we had newborn babies, and the excitement that can cause in a relationship, and about the condition one achieves when deprived of sleep for long periods, oh and adult conversation, and few other things like that. Or maybe not, thats the great thing, you just don't know where its gonna go. I think the days of just drinking the whole way are kind of behind us, I'd like to think they were. And Dave knows the way so its not like we're gonna get lost or anything like that (and I think he has a spare incase of a blowout - not that that happens everyday), and his seatbelts all work properly, particularly if you turn the car over upsidedown, which is never a good way to start a tour, though it has worked in the past as a way of upgrading your double bass, but best to keep that kind of private.

An Tobar on tuesday evening, which I am really looking forward to and then WEDNESDAY DEC 17th AT THE LOT IN EDINBURGH. My shouting is due to a serious infringement of jazz promoting which has taken place on our behalf and I know they are trying to promote jazz in scotland, but even their in-house advertising for our gig at the Lot is wrong. This gig is advertised everywhere as the 18th when it is the 17th(aaahh). There was a nice little blurb in the Scotsman yesterday and they had it wrong too(presumably because they got the information directly from Assembly Direct) and advertised the 18th. . .

I don't know how we can compete with all this promotion, good thing most of our friends are directly in touch with us or read the blog or visit the website (well not mine as its not been updated since early 2007).

Is it not difficult enough to attract an audience to a jazz gig, even a really good one like ours, which really deserves some professional promotion and care and attention??, I think it is fair to say we (the members of DMT) have all dedicated our lives to playing music, and working and practicing and studying and pushing the boundaries and writing new material and driving all over to f**k and back, and doing promotional spots and showcases, and pitching in when asked to serve the greater good of the scottish music scene, and doing crap paying gigs because otherwise there isn't a gig in town to play?????? And are these promoters not fully salaried professionals too, who have desks and salaries and telephones and calendars, possibly computers in this day and age? Its a date man! How come they get the salaries? Why do they get momney from the Arts council, is there a management council, or a promoter council where they could get their money. Then if there was some arts council money, it could get to the artists to make their lives a little less fucked up financially. Sheeesh.

At the end off the day there are so few organisations which help and promote jazz. This makes it very difficult. but also poignantly painful when you want to put something on, something you really care about and have worked very hard on, and really want people to see it, and know a lot of people want to come, and then the date is advertised wrong. Makes me really quite angry to think about it. How hard is it to get a date right? And its not like there are a lot of dates on this tour, as far as I know, apart from the previous night at An Tobar, this is only date the promoters have anything to do with! There are people phoning my house complaining because they want to come to the gig and the promotional material posted through their letterbox has the wrong date.

In the end we'll get on stage and do the gig and we will thank the promoters for their hard work and dedication, and the arts council for their support and making everything happen. But the people who really make this stuff happen are folks like Gordon at An Tobar, our families who put up with our irrational travel techniques and rehearsals in the sitting room at dinner time because there is nowhere else to play and no other time because we're all trying to pay bills and raise children and keep the car on the road, heck - possibly even upgrade an instrument here and there. It is the great internal links with friends and fans that make all this music work. In the event the economy fails and there is no petrol left, food scarce and the structure of this consumerist society breeched to destruction, we'll probably still be playing to gathering of folk out here in midlothian.There'll be food and warmth, some love and family, and everyone will be all right.

Just so you know, I do have respect and admiration for the promoters in this business and I know its a tough job. I take nothing away from that. When I am travelling and get to a remote gig and there is someone there to pick us up and take us to the hotel and make sure we get a meal and a soundcheck, I am eternally grateful. I have done a lot of 'busking'touring where there was nothing like that so I really, intimately know the difference. My diatribe is all about getting one number right.

. . . . Can you belive it, One date!!!! not nearly right - sheeeeesh

(Editor note) If you find any of the previous blog offfensive or feel there has been a degree of slander, . . . tough, its my blog.

And I am going now, it feels better getting that out, because I was starting tto get really wound up about it.

Peace and be kind to small animals - except maybe any mice that get into our house, in which case, the cat(Becky) will catch you and then the dog(Ella) will tear you to shreds and eat you.

Shops is out, but not in shops

2008-12-09T09:36:00.000-08:00

By DM

Well as of today, the Shops CD is officially on sale! But for the moment, it's only available to buy on the website: www.davemilligan.co.uk (You can read more information here as well as listen to some audio clips.)

Purchases can be made by PayPal or by credit card.

Pending festivities

2008-12-06T00:49:00.000-08:00

By T Lyne

It is said that Santa will be driving through our village at 10:45 in an open-top MG with a police escort, heading for the primary school and a show of good local consumerism (but also, really, a show of support for various charities, and, hey, what a great way to get rid of those giant kid's unwanted cristmas presents from last year that have been ominously leaning against the coat rack in the hallway just hoping something intersting would happen because the kids never want to play with them . . ), the Christmas school fayre. Last year was the first year in the shiny brand new school here and the thing was mobbed, like an old fashioned boxing day sale, when it really was a sale and you would queue outside the record shop with $45 and hope to get about ten vinyl LPs (showing some age here . . . I'd like you to know I gave my entire vinyl collection to my best friend Jim when I moved to a different continent. . . and I can remember clearly what he said as well, 'HEY, there's my white album, I wondered where that got to, . . and my Black Sabbath, and my Billy Squire, and all my Dianna Ross albums, hey, how long have you had these?' {mind you, I'm not sure he knew what to make or the Ornette Coleman or the Kurt Weil}).

Made me start wondering what the christmas presents for the boys in the band should be. I think this will be predominantly conjecture and possibly cynical humor (I'm Canadian and cynicism and hypocracy are kind of inbred - and you may argue the point, I wouldn't dream of depriving anyone of anything so go on and argue, as long as its fair, and I am in no way trying to suppress your feelings, your origins, or your unique view of national identity, or cast any aspertions on the authenticity of your claim to the throne.).).__! . . Casting christmas gift suggestions should be free of politics and policy.

However, just last week my free and open attitude towards this subject was cut wide open like emergency heart surgery. My youngest rugrat was completing a homework assignment by interviewing family members with the question; If you had a magic wand that granted one free wish for christmas this year, what would you wish for? I had to think very hard. It was a tossup (Toss Up?). I really want some good studio monitors for mixing and recording here at the studio, but for the moment I have nicked Tom B's 2.1 system and I really love the sound, so I thought it greedy to ask for more just at this moment. OK, then the next thing, and I decided this was my answer, I wanted a new widescreen TV with a built in digibox. . . not a really big one, just one big enough so I can read the guide when sitting across the room (my eyes are getting worse these days). Fair enough, I want a widescreen TV.

The youth scrawled it down in his finest joined up writing and disappeared to ask others their wishes. When he returned, the other Christmas wishes, to my surprise, took the form of culturally sound and morally just desires, like, 'I wish a peaceful holidays to my friend who is not very well just at the moment', and 'I wish for peace and an end to fighting in the middle east'. hmmm. Then the youngster said, we are going to write everyone's wishes on card and put them up on the wall at school, but dad, I might not put up your one asking for a TV.

The relevance, . . . well if you've read this far all I can say is HA to the relevance. But there is a kind of relevance. I think for Dave Milligan, there are a few things to wish, and they are all important but again, I'm not here seeking world peace, I'm a Canadian who left Canada after all, seeking an altogether unpeaceful and exciting life, so my gift suggestions are frivolous, possibly cynical and probably wholly unattainable. But if you don't ask, you won't get, as I am fond of telling my kids.

So Dave. Dave, for you I wish some wonderful benefactor out there reads this and thinks it a wise thing to do. It is commesurate with your piano playing and dedication, and I've been listening to some Lyle Mays and Pat Metheney and am starting to hear where you're coming from. So I wish for you a brand new Fazioli under the tree. We played the Dean Gallery last year where there was a Fazioli and the look on Dave's face while he was there, well, its hard to describe, and would be emberassing if I tried. So you rich benefactors out there with nothing better to do than read blogs from obscure scottish piano trios (with Canadian bass players), here is the link (http://www.fazioli.com/). Also for Dave I wish eternal strength, a bit of extra sleep, and warm up that big heart of yours for there is to be a baby arriving in your life soon. Sleep will become a distant memory and your powers of concentration will be challenged, but it will be something like you can't imagine. Kid(s) bring an extra force to your life, you'll fall inlove and everything shifts a bit one way or another, and you'll find something like an anchor that ties a lot of stuff together, you're gonna love it. (and no, this part is not cynical, at all). I was also gonna wish for a speedy and correct return of the new Trio CD but I believe it has already happened so the hell with it.

Tom Bancroft. A christmas wish for the big guy. I am split about this but my intention is pure. There was a great episode of Mr Bean where he painted a room by putting a stick of dynamite in the paint can, a kind of flawed genius that got to the end of a challenge. I am wishing for Mr Bean to show up and help you finish building your house. We are needing your studio finished so we can get back to regular playing and not worry that you will either fall off your roof of chop your arm off with the radial saw. It must be noted though, I am deeply impressed with the work you have done to the house and have the upmost respect. My wish for the Mr Bean helper is to drive you through this last bit and see completeion arrive. And you have to see how selfless this wish is. Because as long as your house remains unfinished, the longer I can hang on to these wonderful studio monitors I have borrowed from you, so finishing the house would mean I had to return them. The less tangeable part of my wish for you is to find some peace and time so you can pursue those things you hanker after. From spending so much time and effort tryring to build up businesses or mechanisms to promote music and creativity in this country, I wish you to take the time for yourself and explore all that is racing through that Bancroftian head of yours, in a free and unrestrained way, like a little puppy racing through the fields experiencing snow for the first time, and peeing with excitement . . . (ok some of that may be tinged by cynicism, but only in the nicest possible way).

Right then, so Dave gets a piano and stocks up on sleep, and Tom gets a free builder (that could be a type of improvisation too) and then some time off. For my wish, its still stupidly pedestrian. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted a widescreen TV, and maybesome new speakers for the studio. We'll share the CD this time (if Dave gives Tom and I any copies). And finally, I do wish for strength and life to pervade everyone I know, because for some it isn't just now and that makes me pause and think how fragile everything really is. And that a wish for a TV needs to be held up as important because it is, and it lends weight to other wishes of a more ethereal nature, which may not be tangeable, but also need to be there to give hope.

I'd also like to say hi to my Mom and Dad. XXX Tom

A short blog to the corner and back

2008-12-02T10:09:00.001-08:00

By T Lyne

Healthy trio blog going on 'round here.

Well,.... I have to confess, I once started a blog, some years back, and as soon as I posted it I deleted it and cancelled my account, the process didn't sit with me. Why would I want to spend time writing things? And here we are again, writing things. Hmmm. I am interested in what people are thinking, but I have always been reticent just throwing my thoughts out for general consumption.

Right then, lets take a turn.

I’ve spent a lot of time in the last year revitalising my relationship with music and quite particularly, the piano trio. When we did the commission for Gordon, way back when, it was the first time we, as a trio, had spent five days concentrating on writing and playing (this is a trio with fantastic ability to distract, displace and be very busy doing other things). The progress and development in that week was inspiring, and as I recall, the Friday night gig at An Tobar was a very special event. It left me feeling good; and certain that much more concentrated effort needed to happen, there was much to learn, and improve my musical relationship within myself. I had a number of years of being somewhat unconnected to my musical soul.

I began searching and listening to a lot of young, old, new and contemporary jazz musicians coming out of all different geographic locations. I craved hearing new things, invention and surprise; and I was not to be disappointed. There is such great music being made now and it sounds vital and relevant. Perhaps, until this happened, I had pursued my knowledge of jazz by following the prescribed consumption of established greats, of playing to standard convention (be it free, harmonic or other), and following the inventions of our heroes.

Well then, the new music worked. The establishment has been turned on it’s head (for me) by paying attention to modern players breaking down traditions and making great and exciting music. Playing well with clear intentions, creating great energy and sounds that push enthusiasm to the fore of the conversation.

Clearly, I am an older guy getting excited about music again. This has been an exciting course to follow.

The reason I’m going on about my personal re-awakening to new music is important because I too had not heard much from our sessions in Mull and had the presumptuous feeling wasn’t much to work with (the cynical old man syndrom). When the CD dropped through the door with the new mixes made by Dave and Gordon, out popped some great sounds and fantastic energy. Since I had done a lot of listening and enjoying of music, I could hear the depth and progress of the trio. There is clearly something special going on, and that is a ‘something’ external to what I get out of the trio as a player who resides within it.

So I did my bit, worked on the mastering and helped Dave edit the CD. I feel very good about the resulting disc. It’s very good. The trio sounds very good, and the music is an invitation to take part, play more, and keep going. I want to hear more of this band and I want to play more, and I want to write more.

In the end, the reluctant blogger has found a bit of voice. Perhaps I sound too earnest but I don’t care There is something fresh and energetic about the Shops CD, crunching credit and malignant banks aside, I feel sure the DMT has tapped into a new world of music and performance, Bring It On!!!.

Shops & Comedy Genies... There's no 'us' in Geniuses.

2008-12-01T19:30:00.000-08:00

By DM

I agree. The whole recording music thing is weird. It is.

But I think the mixing thing is just as, if not more weird. You end up somewhere in between being inside and outside the music (see Tommy B's post below for a more detailed explanation...) and it's easy to get pulled back in (and sometimes out) at any point unless you have a clear idea of what the end product is going to be. I reckon the trick is to try and stay there - in between the 'in' and the 'out' that is... (Why am I suddenly getting the urge to shake it all about?). Anyway, this might be fairly obvious stuff to any musicians who are used to the whole process, but it's still a bit weird. At least it is to me.

And the mixing of this particular album was done just by myself and Gordon Macalean (who also engineered the recording) for one simple reason - time.

To put this into a geographical context, An Tobar (where the mixing had to be done) is on the Isle of Mull. I live in the Borders. That's a 6 to 7-hour journey one way including a boat ride. We initially tried doing the mixing 'by post', a frustratingly slow and somewhat clumsy process, and we just weren't set up to do it by email or anything as hi-tech as that. But realising there was really only one way to do it I had to grab the opportunity of the occasional 'free days' I had here and there, and traveled up to Mull 3 times in order to get the thing finished. It still took over a year to complete. Tommy B said I didn't want him anywhere near the mixes. Just not true. I would have loved us all to have been able to sit down and produce the whole thing together, particularly as the collective writing and recording part of the project was such a beautiful time, but we all have very full diaries and it was impossible to make it work that way, if it was going to be finished anytime in this millennium. (The very fact that we're starting to discuss this on a blog is perhaps some indication of how infrequently we manage to meet up!) ;o)

In any studio session you kind of have to accept what happens - if you feel you've played well (as a band or individually), then that's great. If you don't, then that's too bad but either way, you still end up with X amount of takes of the music, from which you have to produce an album. I think we all felt that at the time of recording Shops that we were playing well, and there was a very positive vibe in the studio. It wasn't until we heard the rough mixes of the session a few weeks later that we all kind of went..."Oh dear." (As Tom has already pointed out, the recording of 'Late Show' was almost exactly the opposite experience).

But here's the thing; Those first 'mixes' were rough. They weren't even 'mixed'. It was like being served a really good meal with the 3 courses in the wrong order, and the vegetables on the same plate as the dessert, and the steak garnished with an after-dinner mint, and... well you get the drift - fact is, you would just send it back. As long as the ingredients are combined the way you like them and they're cooked well, there's no problem. (Hmm, getting a bit hungry now...) Anyway, where am I going with this? Oh yeah, the point is; I don't think it can ever really be that bad for us... Some people will like it and some people won't. That's the nature of all music, but we've been playing together for over 10 years and I feel hugely proud of the music we make together as a group. And whatever kind of day we're having, at the very least it's going to be pretty good. Sometimes you have a pre-conceived idea of what you should sound like, usually based on some kind of comparison to an 'in' group or some 'hip' piano trio that everyone's taking about - but I just don't care about that stuff anymore. I really don't. Sure, we all have days of feeling insecure, but there's enough to think about without comparing yourselves to others... Leave that to the critics. At least they get paid for it. We made a CD. It sounds like us. I like it.

I have to say before I go, that although my name takes up 2/3rds of the title of the group, I can't really imagine the trio with anybody other than the Toms. When we first started performing together, my playing really changed quite a lot, and I was really inspired by their own playing and fearless creativity.

I feel honoured to share the same stage with them.

But I would like my own dressing room now and again.

PS. Something amazing just happened. I was making some breakfast, and an image of Tom Bancroft manifested itself on my toast. What do you think it means?

Shops & Comedy Geniuses

2008-12-01T12:44:00.001-08:00

By Tommy Banana

The whole recording music thing is dead weird. It is something to do with the difference in how music sounds when you are inside it and playing compared to when you are outside of it and listening to it. As a recording musician you initially hear the music as if you were inside it and playing it (ie as if zoomed up close, focussing on your own instrument mainly, and hearing every tiny flaw)and then you have to somehow move to hearing it like anyone else ie as one sound from a distance. If you imagine listening to a Beatles track or something you know really well and concentrate on the drums or the bass to the exclusion of everything else you can simulate the transition in reverse.

Our first and until now last album "Late Show" was recorded in the highly tip top and expensive Castle Sound in Scotland over three days. We had been playing the music on a lot of gigs over 18 months and it was sounding fantastic at gigs ( at least to our ears). When we hit the studio we started making loads of silly mistakes and having to do lots of takes and despite lots of giggling and hilarity there was also an undercurrent of a doubtful negative (kind of we're fucking this up) head space and I remember I left feeling we had blown 3 days in the studio.

BTW The moment I think this band became a band was around 2001 /2 when we were rehearsing in my then unconverted attic and we had a massive fit of the giggles while rehearsing for the first time the tricky bit in the tune 'Tom Tom Tom" which was on our first album. We completely lost it and were all weeping with laughter. I have never been in a band which laughs as much as this one. BTW that's not even getting on to mentioning the reaction of audiences and critics... not to mention our wives.....

Anyhoo..

I usually am massively involved (running the label Caber Music and all) in mixing projects I am in but dave didn't seem to want me anywhere near the mix (don't know why...:) or maybe I was trying to prove i wasn't a control freak or something(;)),

by the way I am realising that putting text emoticons eg ;) inside brackets (;)) can get very confusing ((;()) or maybe look like multiply-chinned yet in wooly hats people having emotions - not that that is in anyway relevant to the dave milligan trio , no!! ( We dont wear wooly hats...er....)

But anyway a few weeks later a cd was dropped off. I remember listening to it with my eyes clenched shut, a rictus michael grimace on my face, and my hands over my ears waiting for the horror story t unfold and then halfway through the second track I went "actually this is not too bad" and by the end I was almost smiling and thinking "actually it is pretty good". Now I think it is a really really nice record.

Well doing 'Shops' was very different in the sense that the music was brand new and the studio was wonderful but not exactly state of the art. However when we heard the unmixed roughs we all wondered if we had anything and we dead unsure about it.

Anyhow I had to stay absolutely entirely out of the whole mixing and mastering process mainly because.... er....dave didnt seem to want me to have anything to do with it

((((; o))\>>%-

well actually because I am building my house.

Anyhow just listened to it tonight again kind of fearing the worst and....

I really loved it and want to listen to it again.

There is one wee bit I would have changed but that is between me and dave and tom but I think it is really great and they (along with gordon) have done a great job mixing and mastering and all.

I texted them saying "Loving Shops" and got this reply from dave.

"They're good aren't they?

Especially the ones you get food in.

And i like the gadget ones too.

Life around a comedy genius.....

It's no picnic.

Real Shops

2008-11-29T12:54:00.000-08:00

By DM

So I've just uploaded a few track excerpts as a wee preview to the CD "Shops" which will be released on December 16th. You can hear them here.

The Trio were commissioned by Gordon Maclean at An Tobar, The Tobermory Arts Centre on the Isle of Mull to write music for some of their local shops. Yes, I said shops. Gordon wanted to celebrate the fact that all the shops in Tobermory are still family-owned and locally run - a rare thing in these times. It was probably the strangest and most beautiful project we've ever done, particularly as part of the deal was doing a small concert in each of the shops we wrote music for.

And the CD will soon be available to buy. Excited? I don't blame you. You will be able to get it at www.davemilligan.co.uk from mid December (yup, still time to add it to your christmas shopping), or why not pop down to one of Tobermory's fine shops and buy a copy in person? (If you're passing...).

Here's a couple of dates we're doing to celebrate the release:

16th December: An Tobar, The Tobermory Arts Centre, Isle of Mull.

17th December: The Jazz Centre @ The Lot, Grassmarket, Edinburgh.

T'would be mighty to see you there.

Aye,

Dave.

new website

2008-11-29T12:53:00.000-08:00

By Tommy Banana

dave the new website looks great. no really.

it really is great. well done.

love tom

ps notice no sweary words in this blog post not even a bollocks!

a blog? WTF

2008-11-29T11:24:00.000-08:00

By Tommy Banana

Dave you want me to write on a trio blog. For fuck sake dave don't you think I have enough to do trying to raise a family and build a house and try and play the drums without writing on a ...(ring ring)... oh hi dave....oh you mean people can read this not just us three.... ah ha ..fans of the trio...(both of them ..ha ha) .. oh I get it.....ah ha... so you don't want me to swear on the blog.......ok dave.... if that's what you want..er....ok..er....no no nothing..... ta ta. (sound of phone being hung up).

Shit it's too late I already wrote fuck.

Ah bollocks noone will read it anyway.

love t

Hello!

2008-11-29T02:40:00.000-08:00

By DM

Welcome to the official blog of the Dave Milligan Trio. Here you can read news, random thoughts, and occasional nonsense from Dave, Tom L & Tom B (or at least from his alter ego Tommy Banana).

It is November 29th 2008 and I have to be honest with you here - I've never blogged before. In the few words I've already written I now realise it's not that difficult, but I just wanted you to know.

So, there it is. We're off & running. Everybody OK? Wonderful.

Back soon!