Andre Cholmondeley of Project/Object dropped a note announcing the band’s mini August tour in Europe. The gigs are:
- SAT 08: Prague, Czech Republic – Lucerna music bar
- SUN 09: Eindhoven, Netherlands – Effenaar
- TUE 11: Laredo, Spain – Polideportivo Municipal Emilio Amavisca
- THU 13: Berlin, Germany – Dot club
- FRI 14: Bad Doberan, Germany – Zappanale 20
Go see them if you can!
In other authentically unofficial news, Thomas of Zappanale just announced a surprise addition to this year’s line-up: Discus, an Indonesian band (would you believe!). He writes:
For all of yours who get out of bed early on sunday on August 16th, go and listen to DISCUS from Indonesia. We, or better say them, tried it for years to come over, now it’s gonna be true. Get out of bed and listen to kind of a metal, progrock, Indonesian ethno, zappaesk sound or whatever you want to call it.
And so it’ll be an early rise & shine for Sharl, Lucas and me on that day — because this year we are officially attending Zappanale! 🙂
But I thought you said that the pilgrimage was off in favor of 3 weeks in Buenos Aires?
I’m confused – and glad that I am not your travel agent…
[quote comment=”6924″]But I thought you said that the pilgrimage was off in favor of 3 weeks in Buenos Aires?
I’m confused – and glad that I am not your travel agent…[/quote]
Haha! Well what happened is, even though I’m officially out of vacation days for this year, my boss graciously granted me the two extra days I needed to get to both Zappanale and Buenos Aires. I’m lucky to have a very cool boss! 🙂
Keep that big ol’ eye out for me, Mr Moonbug. Will be good to meet you at last.
[quote comment=”6929″]Keep that big ol’ eye out for me, Mr Moonbug. Will be good to meet you at last.[/quote]
Between you wearing your “Stop Gail” T-shirt, Sharl’s “I LOVE NAPPY!” banner, and my big ol’ eye, I reckon it won’t be a problem finding eachother on the festival grounds. Also, if you hear an infant yell “ba-ba-ba-BA-BAAA-BA-BAAAAAH”: that’s us. We’re looking forward to meeting you!
I think I’m gonna chain myself to Napoleon so that he stays this side of the pond forever!
she chained herself to a statue of an eagle
in the lobby of powerco
and started yellin’ through a megaphone
“there’s corruption on the highest floor”
suits poured out of elevators “they’re all dirty”
phoneheads began to speak “you can’t trust anybody”
but security couldn’t get her down
she was welded to the eagle’s beak
— Neil Young said that, something like that
I think I’m gonna chain myself to Robert Martin too…
…and Ike Willis…
…and Don Preston…
Bring me more chains, it’s for A Good Cause!!
Go, Sharleena, Go!
Fire and chains
Fire and chains and fire and chains
Fire and chains and fire and chains
So, I’ll be looking from this Senator’s standpoint, not just to bring pressures but to try to see if there is some constitutional provisions to tax, or approach that can be used on the Congress to limit this outrageous filth.
Maybe I could make a good rock star.
Outrageous filth
Outrageous filth
Oh, outrageous filth down there
Fire and chains
Fire and chains
Fire ‘n chains . . . it’s over there
Fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and
Fire and chains
Now I usually don’t respond to chain letters…
So I won’t.
[quote comment=”6940″]Bring me more chains, it’s for A Good Cause!![/quote]
This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,
Their very remains and belongings.
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
Lunging the cushioned thickets.
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange crayola patches.
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in forty circles,
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Uuh
Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In souls of rust
They kill gold sawdust into dust.
Bat chain puller,
Puller puller.
Oh man, that’s so heavy…
I likes me some Beefheart.
Not Bat Chain Puller, though.
Floppy Boot Stomp?
That’s my jam.