February 2012
13 posts
Empire
one last radio message was received from the outpost we don’t copy (message ends) then nothing but static. the white noise almost sounded like whispering. the man in the cubicle placed his ear up to the speaker. then he felt stupid and sat back heavily in his chair designed to give him the best possible posture. another outpost lost. he got out of the special chair and walked to the lift. it...
1 tag
2 tags
He knew nothing of the world
He knew nothing of the world
Only what he saw on the small television in the corner of the living room. He seldom turned it on except when the night showed up drunk and yelled abuse at him. Then he would climb out of the small single bed with the off-white duvet and turn on the television. Sitting there half asleep, he watched stories on the BBC. In this way, along with his books, he ...
Y G & B F A M I L Y C A R →
January 2012
28 posts
Boredom Is Dreaming of More Than the Status Quo...
We read books on famous artists who lived without regret on the other side of the planet
We drove to the countryside and watched Deadwood and The Wire on our laptops
We marched on protests against capitalism and checked Facebook on our phones
We ate in good restaurants and ordered the one vegan meal on the menu
We talked politics, how the rich speak of hunger
We said beautiful, poignant things...
8 tags
Skinny Jeans
Tono and the Finance Company have a new song. Here:
<a href=”http://tonoandthefinancecompany.bandcamp.com/track/skinny-jeans-2” _mce_href=”http://tonoandthefinancecompany.bandcamp.com/track/skinny-jeans-2”>Skinny Jeans by Tono and the Finance Company</a>
It’s the least lyrical song on our new album. There is one verse, which is also the...
8 tags
Planes, Trains and Record Deals
There’s a line in one of my songs that goes I travel light with a heavy heart. Standing inAuckland airport, encumbered by three impractical bags stuffed with dirty clothes and books I’ve already read, I realize this is only half true.
They mop the lino floors with tears. Jean telling me not to blog drunk, not to worry, her cheek wet against mine. I once burst into tears midway into a flight,...
Untitled - Tourettes
Your milky skin spills over my sheets
I’m Lost inside your smile
You cum hard
Then go soft
I love mornings when we stink of the night
And grab at each other
Like starving drunks
Your mind is a river
Rushing day and night
Sometimes I’m caught in the current
And others I wait on the bank
Laughing as you babble
Rest your heart and liver
And lie next to me
The night is false promise and our fathers...
WatchSide Step Quintet (Dandruff Dicky & Si-Res) Interview with #JusayinTV.
#YoungGiftedAndBroke!
A Grey Lynn Christmas
I couldn’t tell you when the tradition began. Usually it takes place around February when, dried and stripped of their splendor, they’re tossed out front of houses. But strangely it’s not unheard of to stumble across one in the middle of winter. Getting them home is always the hard part, usually it involves 3 or 4 drunks swearing and stumbling down the road dragging one behind them. But once...
WatchTourettes song with the handsomest little man in Auckland.
December 2011
23 posts
WatchThis is one of my favorite songs off my last album Tigerbelly. I always seem to use water/ beach metaphors even though i cant swim. Probably something Freudian going on there
Killing time - Tourettes
Sunrise bleaches dried blood
On the bath tub.
at the kitchen table,
You by the fruit bowl,
Me by last weeks newspaper
We talk
I whisper so as not to wake the television
You fidget like a tiny hurricane
Our words shuffle
Meaningless and heartfelt
I leave the room to check my emails……
Just in case
When I return you’re texting manically
And you ask
“what shall we do tonight”
and even though...
WatchTourettes Christmas song - Die Poor
Watchif you don’t know…
Everyone looks like shit from the right angle
I read poetry anthologies when I’m taking a shit
And therefore don’t need to explain myself to your privileged friends who still listen to Jurassic Five and eat at Mc Donald’s
I cheapened love and sex and sold it as art for beer money
I am vegan and I’m hungry
I’ve fucked enough angelic losers to be beyond placating your penis envy or raging homophobia
I practiced benefit fraud...
"I Can't Live Like This" - Tourettes
I remember the door would stick every time you opened or closed it. I would often hear you struggling before bursting into the room, red faced and agitated.
“I can’t live like this” you would say, day after day, like a mantra. But you wouldn’t work, so we couldn’t afford to move out of the house with the sticking door and the castle of rotting garbage in the backyard.
I remember the rats...
