SEEKING
Band to Join, Accordion, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Fiddle, Mandolin, Other, Other Percussion, Rhythm Guitar, Violin.ABOUT
Professional and versatile guitarist and rock / folk vocalist seeking paid opportunities - cover bands, ceilidh, folk, blues, rock, psychedelic, alternative...
Over 15 years of professional experience with notable acts
- Screen name:
- Kogmoorcroft
- Member since:
- Jul 19 2019
- Active within 24 hours
- Level of commitment:
- Committed
- Years playing music:
- 30
- Gigs played:
- Over 100
- Tend to practice:
- 2-3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 4-5 nights a week
Influences
Folk - Dick Gaughan, Peter Bellamy, Vashti Bunyan, John Martyn, Kathryn Tickell, The Incredible String Band
Blues - Muddy Waters, Charley Patton, Robert Johnson, Son House, Howlin Wolf Allman Bros., Walter Trout
Others - Pink Floyd, Hawkwind, Hendrix, Quintessence, The Blinders, Elliot Smith, Nirvana, The Levellers, Captain Beefheart, Frank Zappa
Instrument experience:
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Expert
- Lead Guitar:
- Expert
- Background Singer:
- Advanced
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Advanced
- Vocalist:
- Advanced
- Bass Guitar:
- Moderate
- Keyboard:
- Intermediate
- Other:
- Intermediate
- Piano:
- Intermediate
- Electronic Music:
- Beginner
- Mandolin:
- Beginner
- Ukulele:
- Beginner
EQUIPMENT
American Telecaster Elite
PRS SE Anniversary Edition
Gibson SG standard
Martin & Taylor Acoustics
Crafter Mandolin
Vox AC30C1
Roland Street Cube
Roland Rosewood Acoustic Amp
Way Huge Havalina
EHX Memory Man
Boss - chorus, delay, EQ, Bassman
Jim Dunlop Wah
Didgeridoo
MUSIC
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Kog Moorcroft Live - Cardigan Arms 15 **Explicit**
Kog Moorcroft Live - Cardigan Arms 15 **Explicit**Thanks to Rob Aarosin (even though he's a terrible person) Thanks to Robin Timmis for Fiddle on "Breathing Desire" Thanks even more to everyone who turned out and supported. Live at The Cardigan Arms Leeds 22nd October '15
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Safe, Warm, Breathing (Demo Apr 15 - **Explicit**)
Safe, Warm, Breathing (Demo Apr 15 - **Explicit**)Keep her warm, Keep her Safe, Keep her breathing For I know that our fates are entwined... By the threads, of neglect, we have nurtured What once was, will now serve to remind I sleep so lightly these days... Each moment bound in brittle ways I dream of loving through this haze She leaves me wounded… ….but I love her just the same. Up above, She grows tall, She is freedom That below, we may harvest of soul. Breathing deep, We breathe clear, We breathe easy We forgive, those that live, by control... We are now bound in blood and soil; This Earth divided, we will make whole There is no other I recall So fuckin' righteous… …She will lead me to the dawn...
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I Decline... (Demo - Apr 15)
I Decline... (Demo - Apr 15)Don’t give up now Don’t give in to the servitude Hearts misaligned In deepest depth of solitude The call of the wild To drag you from uncertainty Battered and Torn This hooded shroud of sympathy Gracefully, I decline For you to rescue me. Gracefully, I decline Because the fear has taken hold. Furthest away Entwined in all our secrecies Bound to the flame Of sweetest mediocrity The fall of this child Embittered by maternal need Her love is reviled When given inconsistently So gracefully...
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Sleeping Through The Meeting (Garage Demo - 2011)
Sleeping Through The Meeting (Garage Demo - 2011)
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For Gemma, Forever ago... (Garage Demo - 2011)
For Gemma, Forever ago... (Garage Demo - 2011)
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Waters of Fairburn
Waters of FairburnRecorded at Moorcroft Studios, UK
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Petty Little Games (Demo - Dec 2013)
Petty Little Games (Demo - Dec 2013)Dedicated with love and understanding to Gemma Altoft for the beautiful thing that we shared that went so horribly wrong...It's upsetting to know that it was all just petty little games... I am broken for the last time. After this I can't take any more... In my head there is a poison. That butchers and sneers as it steals away all my control... Even as the actors head into the sun... You hope that they will meet again, after all of the meaning has gone... We will smile and ride white horses We will ride white horses... We will ride wild horses, into the setting sun...
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Snake Oil - (Demo, Nov 2013)
Snake Oil - (Demo, Nov 2013)Images confound me As I'm watching my TV They say I can buy happiness, for a dollar, 53 If you ain't got the money, then credit is for sale At a premium rate of interest, We can even send it in the mail When you fail to make the payment and your decadence explodes Remember that's just Snake Oil… We interrupt this broadcast To invite you to invest In another way of thinking That won't leave you in a mess We're trying to sell you something That you might already have But you're never going to find it, Looking in some other's bag.. When you finally stop to realise That it's all another show... You're already on the Snake Oil So father please forgive me, I am failing to subscribe To paying homage in instalments, when I can hear the millstones grind It's a demon in the bushes, while the Devil pulls the string We listen to this bullshit, Like it don't mean a Goddamn thing... If you ever stop to notice you have everything you need You wouldn't need to buy the Snake Oil… Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! We're selling you the Snake Oil...
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Forsaken - Live Take (Writing Session) - 28th Nov
Forsaken - Live Take (Writing Session) - 28th NovMy faith has run dry It's the darkest of seasons Doubt multiplies Sabotaging my reason I won't hold this back I'm am stretched beyond healing Sliding into the black In the absence of feeling I have, traded all my senses for you Walked upon the water for you I have healed and fed the hungry minions Yet claimed no right to absolution... Silence rains, from the cloud That used to bear your name… Each one, is just another wandering martyr There's snake oil in the holy water They say, the devil drives the hardest bargain I have finally come to understand… In a place, We all say: "Why are we forsaken?"
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California Sky (Demo)
California Sky (Demo)I feel my heart a-glowing With mantras overflowing Trying to shake my heart from disarray This is a simple treasure Not trying to prove I'm clever It's just some words I'd like to say... It'll take time...a whole lot of time Drowning in the patience Of these long rides... Just trying to survive through it all... Dreaming of the California Sky... We ride the pennine way, upon the "beaches" lay Beside abandoned roadside reservoirs... Some try to sell you ills...say you're not doing well... I'm here to say, we're all just doing fine... But it'll take time...
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Sunlight (Demo - Oct 2013)
Sunlight (Demo - Oct 2013)Oct 2013 - Written because it makes me sad to see so many people in life not recognising their own potential. It's a sad song, but hopefully also one of hope. I have a big family of friends to thank for supporting me through the dark times. We are the multitude The minions of this earth. Bound in our servitude Never to reveal our worth... But the word...is written on the breeze... Freedom comes (Freedom comes) To those who will see... That the Sunlight shows...the sunlight shows... The Sunlight shows...the way. Behind each fractured smile Scurrying our precious ways Rise up and take what's your right Don't let the bastards take your faith. For the Heart. Is power for the soul (for the soul) It is WE...(it is we) Not they who control...and the sunlight shows...
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Cathedral - (Garage Recordings)
Cathedral - (Garage Recordings)Written after seeing Mark Lanegan at Manchester Cathedral with Isobel Campbell. The most incredible gig and venue, sadly cut short by some idiot setting fire to the bins outside... anyway, this is what happened... Cathedral in the setting sun Praying to the wandering ones Treading past the point of no return As the actors pirouette We light another cigarette and pray that maybe this time, She's the one... No longer in the house of God Tempered by the wave on rock Eroded by the shadow in the dark... You hear the rattling death train call, feel the aching in her bones She's running from a decadence of soul... Reaching out for a meditation To take the sting from the medication Never falter the invocation We will bleed...graciously my love... Martyrs that have stained the glass, We move into a second act...love is stronger than before. Winding down the empty road, to find a place to be alone A place where creativity explodes... She pulls you tightly to her breast, offers you her sweet caress... Obligingly and willingly you fall... Reaching out for a complication In the midst of a celebration We are merely the augmentation, flames... That brought cathedrals burning down...
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Trading the Aces (Live Take - Inkwell)
Trading the Aces (Live Take - Inkwell)Kindly recorded by Nigel at Selva Sound (Barnsley) at a fundraiser for "Inkwell / Arts and Minds". This was a very spontaneous recording, offered on the day to demonstrate the facilities. It was a really intimate feeling having people sat in on the recording with you, a great experience and one that I enjoyed very much. It feels to me like the recording has that atmosphere. Written after an horrific new year; one that we shall never speak of again...in short, I fell off the wagon a bit and experienced what I can only describe as a prolonged living hell... A loosened tongue, the words undone... Each Syllable's a dagger to the floor... Holding fast, to those that last, Whilst trying to race the wreckage to the shore... My heart sings gladly of silence... My words fall empty like violence. We try to make light of the games we play... But I've traded my aces for fools... Waking hard to losing cards. She's trapped behind a word she cannot say. Stumbling through the wreckage strewn When I should have had the strength to walk away... My heart sings gladly of silence...
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(Electric) Powder Blues - (Howling Cat Studios)
(Electric) Powder Blues - (Howling Cat Studios)Thanks to Maha Dev (Quintessence) for his warmth and generosity in allowing me to use the space at Howling Cat and to Ammo Amadeus (Amadeus Acoustics) for overseeing some of the creative process. This is not what I had in mind When they told me, I would "shake, rattle and roll" Through damnation I've bled a tear For the times that I lost myself control. Don't it hurt to breathe when the powder runs dry Don't it hurt to believe when the powder runs dry... Dark pretensions in the haze Left me calling, for a knave... This fickle armour that drags me down Turns a lover From a poet into a clown. Don't it hurt to breathe... It was not so long ago... I had money...I had a woman...I had a soul... But I'm losing the will just to crawl Through this nightmare, not a single tear will ever fall.
