$14.10
My shoes boast down the Broadway St
The rain picks up and so does my pace
With an umbrella like a carousel
$14.10 and some time to waste
I hustle cross-legged into a vinyl store
The cash registers start taking bets
I ask the clerk for his favourite record
He tells me what he spends on unlit cigarettes
I duck and cover in a local saloon
Challenge the devil to a game of pool
I’m a wharf rat with a Cheshire grin
The devil’s drunk and forgets all the rules
The pretty honey on the barroom floor
All class and candy-apple lips
I’m incognito and but a breath away
She’s a total stranger but I love her to bits
The jukebox is making conversation
And I talk back with the tap of my feet
The rain picks up and so does my pace
Soon I’m doing freestyle down Main Street
The perfect view of an inebriated palette
I chose to colours that didn’t suit
I’m your shadow in a raven black night
Rain cleanses but words pollute
I’m sitting lonesome in a candlelit diner
Reassurance in a floral print
It’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
Now I’ve enough hardware to fill a toolkit
One more for the road ahead
One more for heaven’s sake
I catch a ferry back to my halfway home
My dreams are ripples in a still lake
My shoes boast down the Broadway St
The rain picks up and so does my pace
With an umbrella like a carousel
$14.10 and some time to waste
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
singapore blues
as I live and breathe, you have killed me.
www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon
there's songs and junk.
night salty.
www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon
there's songs and junk.
night salty.
Monday, September 14, 2009
holy goof blues
As The Crow Flies
It’s all the same old drudgery
and once you’re sick of it
you should call me
we can hit all the familiar watering holes
delve deep into each other’s souls
everything is just as the crow flies
when the most suitable theoretical conclusions
are on your terms
we can linger on until the doors are closed
fill our hearts with smoke to remain composed
wander from one corner to the next
with such certainty of stride
but with a mind perplexed
by the currency of secrecy
and how I’m willing to spend it all on you my dear
It seems once the world is asleep
There are some secrets which you
would be a fool to keep
the man on the moon is a miser
but once he retires you will be none the wiser
It’s all the same old same old
But once you’re sick to death of it
You should call me
Whenever you want
Whenever you want
It’s all the same old drudgery
and once you’re sick of it
you should call me
we can hit all the familiar watering holes
delve deep into each other’s souls
everything is just as the crow flies
when the most suitable theoretical conclusions
are on your terms
we can linger on until the doors are closed
fill our hearts with smoke to remain composed
wander from one corner to the next
with such certainty of stride
but with a mind perplexed
by the currency of secrecy
and how I’m willing to spend it all on you my dear
It seems once the world is asleep
There are some secrets which you
would be a fool to keep
the man on the moon is a miser
but once he retires you will be none the wiser
It’s all the same old same old
But once you’re sick to death of it
You should call me
Whenever you want
Whenever you want
Saturday, September 12, 2009
sunday blues
Birthday
She’ll greet you like an old friend
And then never speak to you again
She’ll whisper softly into your ear
But for all accounts and purposes, remain unclear
She’ll lead you to the corner of the chapel
And find a way to capture your heart
Beneath God and all his merchandise
And still you’ll remain desolate and at large
Like a jewel thief aloof, but duly charged
She’ll try to kiss and to devour
And then pretend you could never exist
She’ll feign ignorance as to the hour
But for all accounts and purposes, you will persist
She’ll lead you to her treasured bar stool
beneath the oak tree you so consciously ignored
only to remain vulgar and misleading
and subsequently adored by you and all the other children throwing tantrums
and caution to the wind
She’ll open wounds that will not mend
She’ll take your hand with such intention
that subverts any initial trepidation
with only your poison and your neurosis as your fourth wall
She’ll wheeze and cough and you’ll heed the call
She’ll present to you your dreams
packaged nice and neatly like a birthday gift
that you’d been waiting for since you were born
and you wonder if maybe now they can be realised
and you wonder if these derbies are just too big to fill
and you wonder if this hunger will ever well and truly subside
and you wonder why the coffee always tastes so bad
and you wonder why, at the first sign of life, for all accounts and purposes, She’ll scamper and hide
well boy, you think too much.
She’ll greet you like an old friend
And then never speak to you again
She’ll whisper softly into your ear
But for all accounts and purposes, remain unclear
She’ll lead you to the corner of the chapel
And find a way to capture your heart
Beneath God and all his merchandise
And still you’ll remain desolate and at large
Like a jewel thief aloof, but duly charged
She’ll try to kiss and to devour
And then pretend you could never exist
She’ll feign ignorance as to the hour
But for all accounts and purposes, you will persist
She’ll lead you to her treasured bar stool
beneath the oak tree you so consciously ignored
only to remain vulgar and misleading
and subsequently adored by you and all the other children throwing tantrums
and caution to the wind
She’ll open wounds that will not mend
She’ll take your hand with such intention
that subverts any initial trepidation
with only your poison and your neurosis as your fourth wall
She’ll wheeze and cough and you’ll heed the call
She’ll present to you your dreams
packaged nice and neatly like a birthday gift
that you’d been waiting for since you were born
and you wonder if maybe now they can be realised
and you wonder if these derbies are just too big to fill
and you wonder if this hunger will ever well and truly subside
and you wonder why the coffee always tastes so bad
and you wonder why, at the first sign of life, for all accounts and purposes, She’ll scamper and hide
well boy, you think too much.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
disambiguation blues
The Road Is Looking Wretched
The road is looking wretched
And I’m driving in my car
I’ve had one or two too many
But I ain’t gotta go too far
I’m still thinking about all that time I spent
Trying to catch your eye at the bar
But knowing my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold
I spent a little while in limbo
I spent a little while insane
I spent a little while pondering the complexities
Of asking you your name
Oh I’ve heard them sing ‘can’t buy me love’
But it’s such an unfamiliar refrain
Because the love I sought has already been sold
There’s a disambiguation
Between my pining and my pride
I tend to favour the latter
As the former is harder to define
I planned to share with you an anecdote I heard
Whilst dangling from the vine
But you tuned out before the punch line was ever told
An unnecessary, but relevant revelation
Presented itself to me in due course
That I’d been locked away in solitary confinement
And it took next to no force
I don’t know what transgression bought me here
And I don’t feel any remorse
All I know is that I woke up feeling old
And no, I don’t feel so sorry
When I hear them call my name
Because I’ve heard it maybe once or twice before
And each time it sounds the same
And a part of me still wants to catch the bouquet
Tossed by fickle lady fame
But with my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold
The road is looking wretched
And I’m driving in my car
I’ve had one or two too many
But I ain’t gotta go too far
I’m still thinking about all that time I spent
Trying to catch your eye at the bar
But knowing my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold
I spent a little while in limbo
I spent a little while insane
I spent a little while pondering the complexities
Of asking you your name
Oh I’ve heard them sing ‘can’t buy me love’
But it’s such an unfamiliar refrain
Because the love I sought has already been sold
There’s a disambiguation
Between my pining and my pride
I tend to favour the latter
As the former is harder to define
I planned to share with you an anecdote I heard
Whilst dangling from the vine
But you tuned out before the punch line was ever told
An unnecessary, but relevant revelation
Presented itself to me in due course
That I’d been locked away in solitary confinement
And it took next to no force
I don’t know what transgression bought me here
And I don’t feel any remorse
All I know is that I woke up feeling old
And no, I don’t feel so sorry
When I hear them call my name
Because I’ve heard it maybe once or twice before
And each time it sounds the same
And a part of me still wants to catch the bouquet
Tossed by fickle lady fame
But with my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold
sampler blues
there are actual recordings on the webpage now..
these things take time, don't they?
www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon
3 down, 7 to go..
these things take time, don't they?
www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon
3 down, 7 to go..
Sunday, August 30, 2009
undercover blues
based on the overwhelming success of my last interactive post (downloads in double figures? god is dead!)
here's another
an unoriginal this time
of equal or lesser quality
I'd post the lyrics but I fear I got them mostly wrong..
tiger mountain peasant song (live)
http://www.mediafire.com/?dwxnmn2mzdw
it's a fleet foxes song.
here's another
an unoriginal this time
of equal or lesser quality
I'd post the lyrics but I fear I got them mostly wrong..
tiger mountain peasant song (live)
http://www.mediafire.com/?dwxnmn2mzdw
it's a fleet foxes song.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
interactive blues
You Already Know (http://www.mediafire.com/file/gnxdmevhmtm/youalreadyknow.mp3)
When the ashtray starts talking back
and criticises you for all that you lack
be sure to separate what is fiction
from what is fact
When the red label becomes a makeshift blindfold
Maybe then you won’t feel so compelled to hold
His hand
when you see me in a crowded room
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
because you already know
When the moon gives you an astral frown
When the stars berate you and put you down
And group together like a schoolyard coterie
And leave you out
When conversations are just pages from
The worst fucking novel you’ve ever read
In your whole life
when you see by some cruel coincidence
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
cos you already know
When the ashtray starts talking back
and criticises you for all that you lack
be sure to separate what is fiction
from what is fact
When the red label becomes a makeshift blindfold
Maybe then you won’t feel so compelled to hold
His hand
when you see me in a crowded room
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
because you already know
When the moon gives you an astral frown
When the stars berate you and put you down
And group together like a schoolyard coterie
And leave you out
When conversations are just pages from
The worst fucking novel you’ve ever read
In your whole life
when you see by some cruel coincidence
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
cos you already know
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Proverbial Blues
A long, long way into the distance
But not so far from where you’d grown
Stood a mountain of complications
The likes of which I’d never known
Sound familiar?
You invited me indoors
For coffee and a slice of lemon
I rambled up the stairwell
Like a lanky Armageddon
Does this sound familiar?
You threw yourself upon me
Seemingly when I least expected
Still it’s better to be startled
Than stone-faced, sombre and dejected
Does this sound familiar? Does this sound Familiar?
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees
The valerian kicked in
And my anatomy went limp
And I wondered where along the timeline
I became such a god awful wimp
Does this sound familiar?
I tossed and I turned and I turned and I tossed
And then I turned some more
My sheets got caught amid the whirlwind
And I forgot what I’d been lying there for
Does this sound familiar?
I lit a lamp in light
Of all that I had sought to ruminate
But in the depths of my mind
A fear began to illuminate
Does this sound familiar? Does this sound familiar?
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees
Now my body feels isolated
And my words are just a shield
And I’m judging every passer-by
Like a contemporary Holden Caulfield
How do you fight those inhibitions
that keep you surly and aware?
Just borrow some courage from the Dutch
And brother, you won’t even care
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I could just get off my knees
But not so far from where you’d grown
Stood a mountain of complications
The likes of which I’d never known
Sound familiar?
You invited me indoors
For coffee and a slice of lemon
I rambled up the stairwell
Like a lanky Armageddon
Does this sound familiar?
You threw yourself upon me
Seemingly when I least expected
Still it’s better to be startled
Than stone-faced, sombre and dejected
Does this sound familiar? Does this sound Familiar?
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees
The valerian kicked in
And my anatomy went limp
And I wondered where along the timeline
I became such a god awful wimp
Does this sound familiar?
I tossed and I turned and I turned and I tossed
And then I turned some more
My sheets got caught amid the whirlwind
And I forgot what I’d been lying there for
Does this sound familiar?
I lit a lamp in light
Of all that I had sought to ruminate
But in the depths of my mind
A fear began to illuminate
Does this sound familiar? Does this sound familiar?
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees
Now my body feels isolated
And my words are just a shield
And I’m judging every passer-by
Like a contemporary Holden Caulfield
How do you fight those inhibitions
that keep you surly and aware?
Just borrow some courage from the Dutch
And brother, you won’t even care
I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I could just get off my knees
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
anti-law blues
There was a brief period of time where everything sort of fell into place
Even if I had to sever the edges a little
Prospects
Like dead leaves
Were fatal
And it was autumn
But I was oblivious
Oblivious to how the stars become disenchanted by the city
Disenchanted by veterans wounded not by bullets but time
And who were given a salty and solemn salute
I had a forest of plenty
But there was very little I could offer you
I searched every inch of the woodland
Each acre was filled envy
Every canopy corrupted by wretchedness
The trees were spider webs in the attics of my youth
I searched
Nothing was hidden or sacred
It was my own
I made a path for myself and walked
Barefoot on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave
I met a vagabond and he told me all the ways that I was wrong and I believed him because he was old and I was young
But he wasn’t wise
I was just unaware
Reality would inevitably reach me
But for that I would have to wait until winter
And I was impatient
I was a child
And I would only last a while
So I would make the most of it
And remain oblivious
Oblivious to all the signals and flares and smoke and mirrors and gestures
And walls I have to climb, climb, climb, higher with every immature moment of refusal we share
I should turn away but I do not
I will not
Instead I will climb, climb, climb, and overcome for purposes I don’t recognise fuelled by feelings I don’t recognise
Feelings you’ve sought to avoid
Feelings you’ve learnt to despise
Well when I reached you somewhere high above this here wall and ask you to take my hand I implore you to grab hold
For if you do not
I will fall
Naked on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave
Even if I had to sever the edges a little
Prospects
Like dead leaves
Were fatal
And it was autumn
But I was oblivious
Oblivious to how the stars become disenchanted by the city
Disenchanted by veterans wounded not by bullets but time
And who were given a salty and solemn salute
I had a forest of plenty
But there was very little I could offer you
I searched every inch of the woodland
Each acre was filled envy
Every canopy corrupted by wretchedness
The trees were spider webs in the attics of my youth
I searched
Nothing was hidden or sacred
It was my own
I made a path for myself and walked
Barefoot on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave
I met a vagabond and he told me all the ways that I was wrong and I believed him because he was old and I was young
But he wasn’t wise
I was just unaware
Reality would inevitably reach me
But for that I would have to wait until winter
And I was impatient
I was a child
And I would only last a while
So I would make the most of it
And remain oblivious
Oblivious to all the signals and flares and smoke and mirrors and gestures
And walls I have to climb, climb, climb, higher with every immature moment of refusal we share
I should turn away but I do not
I will not
Instead I will climb, climb, climb, and overcome for purposes I don’t recognise fuelled by feelings I don’t recognise
Feelings you’ve sought to avoid
Feelings you’ve learnt to despise
Well when I reached you somewhere high above this here wall and ask you to take my hand I implore you to grab hold
For if you do not
I will fall
Naked on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave
Sunday, July 19, 2009
usual blues
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
I wish He wrote more words like this..
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
I wish He wrote more words like this..
Saturday, July 18, 2009
kerouac blues
from on the road, after a brief description of Sal's entourage;
"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
I laughed at the end of this passage, but it could be my mantra.
listening to buena vista social club (havana singers, wow..)
"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
I laughed at the end of this passage, but it could be my mantra.
listening to buena vista social club (havana singers, wow..)
cola blues
I'm in a Beatles Cover Band
we play shit versions of classic songs to impartial audiences
it's fucking great.
we play shit versions of classic songs to impartial audiences
it's fucking great.
productivity blues
hey salty
I am my own worst enemy
seriously
just when I thought I had paper moon cd sorted, I go and write more material
that is like
way more credible than the other bullshit
now I don't know what to do
whether to just scrap it all and start anew
or just least it the way it is
I genuinely think the 5 or 6 songs ive written the last three days are 100x better than everything else I've written collectively over the last three years
but that'll probably change tomorrow
It's hard to explain
I just wasnt as inspired before as I am now
like
I never used to really believe what I was writing
it was all venting from like a sub-conscious level
everything I've written in the past week is so much more raw and intimidating
and I like it, I think
I'm playing at the heritage hotel for the first time in like ever next friday
so I'm going to road test everything
I'll let you know how it is goes
love salty
I am my own worst enemy
seriously
just when I thought I had paper moon cd sorted, I go and write more material
that is like
way more credible than the other bullshit
now I don't know what to do
whether to just scrap it all and start anew
or just least it the way it is
I genuinely think the 5 or 6 songs ive written the last three days are 100x better than everything else I've written collectively over the last three years
but that'll probably change tomorrow
It's hard to explain
I just wasnt as inspired before as I am now
like
I never used to really believe what I was writing
it was all venting from like a sub-conscious level
everything I've written in the past week is so much more raw and intimidating
and I like it, I think
I'm playing at the heritage hotel for the first time in like ever next friday
so I'm going to road test everything
I'll let you know how it is goes
love salty
Thursday, July 16, 2009
subterranean fatigue blues
I archive the bullshit @ http://www.songmeanings.net/artist/view/songs/137438989040/
winter blues
hey salty
so here's how the demo is shaping up:
The Age Of Unreason
Steer Clear
A Call To Arms
Paper Moon
Gauntlets
They’ve Got Your Number
Indecision
Spilt Drinks & Compliments
Ghost Valley
Apocalypse Now
for most of you that list will mean nothing
but I think this PM debut will be an LP
I mean we have laid down 10 tracks
they're not all finished yet
but I don't see any reason why we should try to be prolific
I have more songs than I know what to do with
I could make this a double LP if I had the time/resources
but I do not
so I can not
and what does it matter - no one is going to hear the music anyway
my perspective is narrow
think I've leapt into the deep end
only the find the waters shallow
so here's how the demo is shaping up:
The Age Of Unreason
Steer Clear
A Call To Arms
Paper Moon
Gauntlets
They’ve Got Your Number
Indecision
Spilt Drinks & Compliments
Ghost Valley
Apocalypse Now
for most of you that list will mean nothing
but I think this PM debut will be an LP
I mean we have laid down 10 tracks
they're not all finished yet
but I don't see any reason why we should try to be prolific
I have more songs than I know what to do with
I could make this a double LP if I had the time/resources
but I do not
so I can not
and what does it matter - no one is going to hear the music anyway
my perspective is narrow
think I've leapt into the deep end
only the find the waters shallow
recuperative blues
sup salty
so for the longest time I thought I was the only one who viewed this here blog
which I was not opposed to
as I am a massive contradiction of a human being in many ways
but in this way
I made a page viewable by the entire world, only to tell no one about it
out of fear or neurosis or whatever
what do you make of that freud?*
*freud is a dooshbag.
so for the longest time I thought I was the only one who viewed this here blog
which I was not opposed to
as I am a massive contradiction of a human being in many ways
but in this way
I made a page viewable by the entire world, only to tell no one about it
out of fear or neurosis or whatever
what do you make of that freud?*
*freud is a dooshbag.
Monday, June 15, 2009
dreamlike blues
hoey was tonight, and was very much enjoyed
i really do love that venue
hopefully they have us back..
driving around the city isn't so bad on a monday night, i've decided
not when you're in good company
***
#2 - lumiere
where do I start?
todor, the singer, is probably one of my best friends
so I'm kinda biased nowadays
but I was a fan of the band before I befriended him
so I'll try to channel my initial objectivity into this description..
buckley..jeff buckley. he is an influence sure, but that just the falsetto talking
muse radiohead - just scratching the surface really
lumiere create beautiful soundscapes, and are incredibly talented musicians individually
they are releasing their debut LP soon..
listen to 'vigil' on their webpage before they delete it- I hear it's their least favourite tune
I happen to think it's fantastic:
www.myspace.com/wearelumiere
...
and now it's 2.27.
~
listening to:
at dawn - my morning jacket
plastic ono band - john lennon
i really do love that venue
hopefully they have us back..
driving around the city isn't so bad on a monday night, i've decided
not when you're in good company
***
#2 - lumiere
where do I start?
todor, the singer, is probably one of my best friends
so I'm kinda biased nowadays
but I was a fan of the band before I befriended him
so I'll try to channel my initial objectivity into this description..
buckley..jeff buckley. he is an influence sure, but that just the falsetto talking
muse radiohead - just scratching the surface really
lumiere create beautiful soundscapes, and are incredibly talented musicians individually
they are releasing their debut LP soon..
listen to 'vigil' on their webpage before they delete it- I hear it's their least favourite tune
I happen to think it's fantastic:
www.myspace.com/wearelumiere
...
and now it's 2.27.
~
listening to:
at dawn - my morning jacket
plastic ono band - john lennon
Sunday, June 14, 2009
were blues
wollongong is a relatively unappreciated hub of live music
there are so many bands I've come to know and love from nights spent climbing up the walls of the ox that don't get the exposure and support they so wholeheartedly deserve
so I'm going to endevour to blog about the ones that matter
***
#1 - mother & son
I think I liked these guys instantly
which is rare for me because I usually don't like anything the first time I hear it
they remind me of all these artist which are totally rad and that I am captivated by
but that I'll never be able to sound like due to my musical ineptitude
First impression were of the birthday party, but if nick cave listened to say, buddy guy instead of leonard cohen
Fairly naïve impressions to say the least, but I was still fucking enthralled
They have an LP, which captures the intensity of their live show really well
Although it is rather short
And bodie totally shreds guitar
Like fuck, he can really play beautiful, inventive, yet idiosyncratic guitar
Actually bodie jammed with the jacket during a cover of ‘down by the river’ we did as a trio one time
Words cannot describe
Probably how neil felt jamming with Stephen before he got all crazy horse
They are pretty much touring the east coast so find a date that suits you, tuck in your shirt and quiff your hair
www.myspace.com/motherandsonmusic
homesick blues
I'm sort of sick which is uncool as the hoey gig is tomorrow
all because it was so cold in my exam room on saturday - some kind of new torture?
quite the debacle trying to attain pharmaceutical relief as they refused to sell me pseudoephedrine
I don’t look that suspicious do I?
listening to:
loaded - velvet underground (namely, "oh! sweet nuthin'" - not even doug yule can spoil greatness)
all because it was so cold in my exam room on saturday - some kind of new torture?
quite the debacle trying to attain pharmaceutical relief as they refused to sell me pseudoephedrine
I don’t look that suspicious do I?
listening to:
loaded - velvet underground (namely, "oh! sweet nuthin'" - not even doug yule can spoil greatness)
Friday, June 12, 2009
yer blues
for those of you who which to have their faith in australian music restored, I suggest the following:
ghoul (www.myspace.com/ghoulsydney) - words cannot express my admiration of this band, they're fucking amazing...download their EP. anticipate their LP.
the middle east (www.myspace.com/visitthemiddleeast) - apparently they get played on jjj regularly, fortunately for me i dont listen to the radio. I've seen them twice this week...they have this live intensity not so dissimilar to arcade fire. epic.
leader cheetah (www.myspace.com/leadercheetah) - david bowie singing neil young. and it totally works. they write fantastic songs..
you won't be disappointed.
ghoul (www.myspace.com/ghoulsydney) - words cannot express my admiration of this band, they're fucking amazing...download their EP. anticipate their LP.
the middle east (www.myspace.com/visitthemiddleeast) - apparently they get played on jjj regularly, fortunately for me i dont listen to the radio. I've seen them twice this week...they have this live intensity not so dissimilar to arcade fire. epic.
leader cheetah (www.myspace.com/leadercheetah) - david bowie singing neil young. and it totally works. they write fantastic songs..
you won't be disappointed.
reclusive blues
ok here goes..
last I blogged, it was in a self-destructive drunken stupor
fear not however, as this act with not repeated
not in this post, at least
I’ve decided that this blog will be for, and will be in relation to, my solo endeavour PAPER MOON (www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon)
this is not my day job howeverfor that try on this here garment: (www.myspace.com/yourjacket)
I’m doing a few shows in the next couple weeks around Sydney; this Monday June 15th at the Hopetoun Hotel, and Wednesday June 24th at the Supper Club
The former is my favourite venue in the city, and subsequently I am looking forward to the gig immensely
The latter I’ve never been to before, nor do I have any real idea where it is
Somewhere on oxford street apparently
I’ve come up with this cover of packt like sardines…the first track off amnesiac by radiohead which could work
It’s probably shit
But I’m gonna show stasi and nikolai tomorrow after my admin law exam and get some objective opinions
I’ll keep you posted..webberz.
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