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Salient. Victoria University Student Newspaper. Volume 33 No. 4. 7 April 1970

Rock Scene

page 14

Rock Scene

That was really bad. Why can't you all turn down?

Look man, you can't play drums quietly. It just can't be done. It's alright for you, all you have to do is turn a bloody knob.

I tell you, I'm going to smash that guy over the head one day. I mean it.

But you were out of tune all the way through that.

I'm not out of tune. It's that shitty guitar that's out of tune. Why can't you get a decent guitar? That's what you paid two or three hundred bucks for, so you can stay in tune.

The trouble is that he tunes by frets and his guitar's neck is all twisted—you just can't tunc by frets anyway.

Do something fast.

We don't do any fast numbers.

How about that dum-da-dumma-dum thing?

What dum-da-dumma-dum thing? Why can't you remember the names of the bloody tunes?

Look, I've been playing for four years and I'm not going to have anybody tell me whether I'm in tune or not. You stick your group.

Why do we have to argue all the time? I've never been in a group that argued so much.

You've never been in a good group anyway.

Let's turn on now.

No, leave it till later.

Oh, Christ, there's nobody here,

Do you blame them? If you can't stay in tune who's going to stay round.

Well, they've gone now, so we may as well turn on and enjoy ourselves.

Who's going to enjoy themselves? I'm not going to enjoy myself until he get's himself a guitar that stays in tune.

Why don't we turn on now?

Why don't we do that dum-dum-dumma-dum-dum thing?

We don't know it.

How do you mean we don't know it?

We've practiced it hundreds of times.

We've practised it twice, and it was horrible. I can't sing it in that key.

That doesn't matter. Nobody listens to you anyway.

What? Can we play Bad Moon Rising? No. Piss off lady.

They say we can't play anything decent.

Well, we can't.

I'm sick of arguing. Why don't we turn on now?

Why don't we do Piece of my Heart?

We don't know it.

We've practised it hundreds of times.

We've never practised it.

We can still do it.

We can't. It's all in minors.

I can do it.

Of course you can fucking do it, all you have to do is hit a drum.

There's a lot more to drumming than hitting drums.

You mean you have to hit cymbals too.

Of course you have to hit cymbals.

I can't play with this guitar.

Then why don't you buy yourself one that works?

Why don't we do . . .

My amp's crapping out.

You mean my amp.

Your amp's crapping out.

The bloody audience wouldn't know. Just go on playing.

I can't play with this shithouse guitar.

Do Spoonful.

I hate Spoonful.

They asked (or something fast.

What are we doing?

Spoonful,

I hate Spoonful.

That was really good.

Hey that break was brilliant, man.

Did they like it?

Of course they didn't like it.

There was one cat up the front really freaking out.

Anything freaks some people out. He's probably lushed.

No, we won't do Bad Moon Rising.

Why didn't you tell her to fuck off?

You can't tell people to fuck off just because they ask for Bad Moon Rising.

It's obligatory to tell people to fuck off then they ask for Bad Moon Rising.

Shall we turn on now?

Let's turn on now.

Tell them we're having a break.

We can't have a break yet, we haven't been playing long enough.

We'll have a break anyway.

We played that for forty minutes.

It can't have been forty minutes.

It was, look.

Hey, did you notice that there was a choir singing with us in the middle of that? A really incredible choir. A whole angelic choir.

I heard it too.

It was probably just feed-back.

No, there was definitely a choir.

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A celestial choir.

That was really bad.

It was a very good kind of bad.

It was an amazingly good kind of bad.

No, that was really bad. Why can't you all turn down?

Look man, you can't play drums quietly. It just can't be done. It's alright for you, all you have to do is turn a bloody knob.

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