I'm touring across the country over the next couple of months. Find me in the following places;
July 20 - Rics Bar (Brisbane), 4.30pm with band and special guest Eleanor Angel
July 23 - Manchester Lane (Melbourne), 7.30pm solo, supporting Emma Dean
July 27 - Bar Open (Melbourne), 5pm solo, with David Gillespie band
Aug 7 - The Crow and Anchor, 7pm solo, supporting Emma Dean
Aug 11 - The Rails (Byron Bay), 6pm duo
Sep 4 - The Sandringham Hotel (Sydney), 8pm solo, with Sam Buckingham
Sep 14 - The Powerhouse Turbine Hall (Brisbane), 3pm with band
Sep 19 - The Sound Lounge (Gold Coast), 8pm duo, supporting Emma Dean
Sep 20 - The Upfront Club (Maleny), 8pm solo, with Emma Dean
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Lyrics - Tiny Furry Happy Animals
We're all just tiny furry happy animals
Hiding from the hungry cannibals
The wolves are scratching at my door
Please chase them away
But an urge that pulls like sore stitches
Who'll save me from these horny bitches
And the creatures flying around me
That have sent me screaming
Out to where the traffic is speeding and
As fast as I'm running the headlights are still coming
And the driver eyes her prospect with an itchy hand
And a grin across his jaw he's got his foot down to the floor
She's just a tiny furry happy animal
Dressed up like an individual
Her eyes are bright and shiny
With an innocent gaze
And just in case her pallid destitute
Flesh dissolves in acid solitude
Her fingers close around my arm
With the strangest feeling
Hiding from the hungry cannibals
The wolves are scratching at my door
Please chase them away
But an urge that pulls like sore stitches
Who'll save me from these horny bitches
And the creatures flying around me
That have sent me screaming
Out to where the traffic is speeding and
As fast as I'm running the headlights are still coming
And the driver eyes her prospect with an itchy hand
And a grin across his jaw he's got his foot down to the floor
She's just a tiny furry happy animal
Dressed up like an individual
Her eyes are bright and shiny
With an innocent gaze
And just in case her pallid destitute
Flesh dissolves in acid solitude
Her fingers close around my arm
With the strangest feeling
Monday, May 19, 2008
What music would you write without any thought of radioplay or being commercial or fitting into a scene or making a crowd jump up and down?
What sort of music would make you happy if you didn't care about anyone hearing it?
If you didn't care about selling records or being recognised what sort of music would you write?
If you didn't care what your mum or dad thought, or what your friends thought or what other musicians and bands thought, or your girlfriend or flat mates or the girl or boy down the street that you wanna impress then what sort of music would you write?
If I locked you in a room and said "there's no chance of you getting out ever ever again, you will never do anything except sit here with this guitar and write music that no one will ever hear", what sort of music would you write then?
What sort of music would make you happy if you didn't care about anyone hearing it?
If you didn't care about selling records or being recognised what sort of music would you write?
If you didn't care what your mum or dad thought, or what your friends thought or what other musicians and bands thought, or your girlfriend or flat mates or the girl or boy down the street that you wanna impress then what sort of music would you write?
If I locked you in a room and said "there's no chance of you getting out ever ever again, you will never do anything except sit here with this guitar and write music that no one will ever hear", what sort of music would you write then?
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