We’re moving to Melbourne because Auckland has crushed our dreams into tiny little pieces. And we’re playing at this bar called Laundry every Friday for the month on June. And BMD did this kick ass poster for it. And if you have facebook you should go here
new benjamin. go get that here www.beatsbybenjamin.bandcamp.com
shot by St John Milgrew. for the place that moulded me.
The Piano Has Been Drinking (and me)
Hatched in the depths of a merciless, sunless Berlin winter, a ray of hope was needed to illuminate and nourish the soul. Originally sketched as a Whiskyº tasting soundcast, this being grew and matured into something more*; an audio social lubricantª. To stimulate conversation**, reflect, lament, plot and concoct is the ambition here. We hope this heady brew brings you as much enjoyment, and enlightenment as it did us in its conception.
Kava (Avak Yajeed) & Rodi (Scratch22)
STREAM - http://www.mixcloud.com/scratch22/music-for-lonely-bartenders-the-piano-has-been-drinking-and-me/
D/L - http://bit.ly/17oHLqN (right click ‘save as’)
*when the theme from Cheers gets played, utter the name ‘Kosmo Kramer’ to ensure fellow table members complete their current beverage receptacle.
ºRichard Patterson(High Priest of the Water of Life), Whitney Houston, James Brown, Serge Gainsbourg all appear under the clause of the good will of the Universe.
**We recommend your favourite Single malt Scotch Whisky, but Anejo Rum, Tequila, Champagne, Brandy or Slivovitz are all acceptable.
the child army is
singing nursery rhymes
”eyes melt, skin explodes, everybody dead”
above, the sun is laughter
clouds keep there distance for fear of contracting madness
I am leaking in my free clothes
human to the withered bones
every spare dollar spent
on one way tickets
to the dead town amusement arcade
I end up home
I am alive
this life is remembering nightmares
on summer get aways
stinking of sunscreen
when I was a child
in the eighty’s
I thought I was going to die
I keep my bad dreams
they whisper beautiful poetry
you think me crazy
filling my life with taxidermy horrors
trophies glorifying death
but I am still alive
and because of this everything is possible
Help Jay Roacher help himself
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