CRASS MOTIVATIONS

I WRITE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AND I COMPOSED WHAT I HEARD, WHICH WAS THE SOUND OF THE CITY.

What is it which motivated us as young men to create roaring and screaming and crashing. Whining and wailing and booming and banging? THE CITY did.

Unless we were attending at a Commercial Musician Mill we were not composing and playing and practising to get money. We were authoring our description and commentary. Years later the situation was different and I and some Musicians attempted to gain employment and Royalties.  

We did not play was not to get attention, ``hey look at me`` I was recemtly told I is what I was seeking. That is not what learning to play is about. It is more like a bird learning to fly. It is exhilarating, precarious, it is intimidating, it is fragile and so is the novice musician. Even the most talented musicians have trepidation and uncertainty as they offer new material through publication.

I have also been condemned for not knowing how to play my expensive guitars what about the guitar on these peices of music. None of my guitars were Expensive when I bought them. I find that different guitars can inspire the writing of different tunes which you can then play on more guitars. Fullblown Schitzophrenic was written on the Roland GR 707 Synthesiser Guitar but I am playing it on a Les Paul Black Beauty with a lot of sliding the pick up and down selected strings.

In that many of us who composed and performed music received no reward nor even a wage for our work, to be condemned as attention seekers is atrocious.