Dear friends,
After a month of searching (and a couple of months abusing Ol' Liquorice Lover's hospitality), Jazz Hat and I have found a new residence.
Grand times ahead, as we create bluesiest, prowler friendly, lover love love residence in Sydney.
Stop by if you're in the neighbourhood - bring wine.
In other news, tonight is the final night of recording for Dean's Surprise Wasp EP - they are bringing in cheerleaders, a known mormon and possible liars to round things out. I cannot begin to tell you how good this little bastard will be - with one David Hammer riding high on things, you really can't go wrong.
Next week, we do the local bang bang boogie at The Sandringham Hotel in Newtown, so come get down and welcome me back to the neighbourhood - I now have an official capacity.
Much Love
WH
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Late Night Boogaloo
12:27am, Tuesday.
Monday : Black Books, Entourage, JT Leroy, long walk in the night air, aggressive old cat and a whole lot of James Booker and New Wave.
Sunday: Forgot to book the studio. Bad man. Writing session in 'my room'. Fox Queen is saved, Granpappy got the porch blues. Young Podmore off to Newcastle with the Surprise Wasp fellows. Took a bottle of Black Tooth Spritz out for a walk in the night air and worked over some changes with Mr. Marks until we were happy. Studied flesh eating, urine drinking religious sects. Possibly lost my sparrow (which I think may have died years ago anyways).
Saturday: House hunting with Jazz Hat. Meeting with Ms. Alice Amsel re: album art and a thorough explanation as to what I am actually raving about all the time - as it turns out it is this: abortion, eating wolves/cellists, string theory, corporal punishment in a mean and medieval sense, weird love triangles, liars, liars and more liars. Headed home with The Black Tooth Spritz ready to ride and watched films with Mr. Marks and Ms. Bell (unless the spritz destroyed my brain, it was Blindess, Footloose, Monster Squad and Dick Tracy). Possibly should be banned from the internet after four or more drinks.
Friday: Dinner and drinks (or just drinks) with Eliot Prob, KL Conroy, Mr. Marks, Jazz Hat and an assorted cast of ne'er do wells. Bailed early due to ghost related issues. Apparently, things got a little out of hand after I left and many of my bossom chums felt worse for wear the next day. Good times.
Thursday: Rehearsal - went over time, but we really got Pom Pom Laroux in a good position: She is beautiful.
Wednesday: Vocal pre-production with Hammer. Things are developing nicely and each song is stronger than the preceding track. Two more to go and then I'll do it all again.
Future: We have a full day of pre-production on August 13.
We hit BJB to track drums on August 31 - the real thing.
Film clip production is underway.
We have began writing album number two - expect even more obtuse references to French folklore, Japanese mythology and the nature of a certain time travelling wolf.
Much Love
WH
Monday : Black Books, Entourage, JT Leroy, long walk in the night air, aggressive old cat and a whole lot of James Booker and New Wave.
Sunday: Forgot to book the studio. Bad man. Writing session in 'my room'. Fox Queen is saved, Granpappy got the porch blues. Young Podmore off to Newcastle with the Surprise Wasp fellows. Took a bottle of Black Tooth Spritz out for a walk in the night air and worked over some changes with Mr. Marks until we were happy. Studied flesh eating, urine drinking religious sects. Possibly lost my sparrow (which I think may have died years ago anyways).
Saturday: House hunting with Jazz Hat. Meeting with Ms. Alice Amsel re: album art and a thorough explanation as to what I am actually raving about all the time - as it turns out it is this: abortion, eating wolves/cellists, string theory, corporal punishment in a mean and medieval sense, weird love triangles, liars, liars and more liars. Headed home with The Black Tooth Spritz ready to ride and watched films with Mr. Marks and Ms. Bell (unless the spritz destroyed my brain, it was Blindess, Footloose, Monster Squad and Dick Tracy). Possibly should be banned from the internet after four or more drinks.
Friday: Dinner and drinks (or just drinks) with Eliot Prob, KL Conroy, Mr. Marks, Jazz Hat and an assorted cast of ne'er do wells. Bailed early due to ghost related issues. Apparently, things got a little out of hand after I left and many of my bossom chums felt worse for wear the next day. Good times.
Thursday: Rehearsal - went over time, but we really got Pom Pom Laroux in a good position: She is beautiful.
Wednesday: Vocal pre-production with Hammer. Things are developing nicely and each song is stronger than the preceding track. Two more to go and then I'll do it all again.
Future: We have a full day of pre-production on August 13.
We hit BJB to track drums on August 31 - the real thing.
Film clip production is underway.
We have began writing album number two - expect even more obtuse references to French folklore, Japanese mythology and the nature of a certain time travelling wolf.
Much Love
WH
Monday, July 6, 2009
Monday shouldn't hold this kind of terror -I can work at home (or at least at Lachlan's house) with a greyish tom cat on my lap, listening to The Atomic Fireballs, making decent dollars per word.
I'm nearly sticky and ill with fear. What the hell was that? A weekend? Certainly not in any human sense of the word. Sure, there was some good ol' fashioned fun and productivity (we had a meeting with Nicole BZ and Dave Hammer re: album schedule... things are moving very quickly now), but there was a definite undertone of over the top savagery and teenage lust moving through everything.
Starting Thursday, it was a long haul through the deepest of holes, Dean's other band, Surprise Wasp gave us all something to dance to and think about and the only reason I actually went home at all was due to Lachlan's sage advice - "You aren't going to get sex here, come home."
Thankfully, even in the throws of rampant deviant behaviour, I listend to that advice and probably saved quite a bit of money, if not dignity.
Friday was to be quiet, but my old, dear friend Moon Head invited me out for a few quiet drinks with her and Mr. Springtime. I think that I possibly consumed two buckets of wine and several cocktails.
Saturday saw me and Black Omar aka Jazz Hat out and about, both nursing serious hangovers but intent on finding a new place of residence. After a whole lot of love and junk, we stopped in at a nice little place for an eye opener and killed time in a guitar store, where Black Omar got some serious grooves going - look out for The Walking Pace, coming to a dive near you.
When the house hunt was over for the afternoon, we connected with Mr. Green and began the slow crawl back into depravity, watching over 3 hours of Michael Jackson footage but listening to rough and ready music, discussing the nature of women musicians; not in any mean or sexist way, but merely as a way to ignore whatever other unclean thoughts we may have garnered.
Out on the streets and all over the town we spent our money and reason, encountering such fine fellows as Eliot Prob, Mr. Tooth, KL Conroy and an assorted cast of drunks, jerks, swell cats and bonafide crazies.
Sunday morning saw me stumbling in after sun up and out of bed two hours later. Business as ususal.
No real gaps, just the feeling that maybe the latent creep in my brain has rose from it's reptile crouch and taken over the furry parts of my thought process.
This week in Gay Paris: Film Clip production meeting part 105, Vocal Pre-Production w/Dave Hammer part 2, Thursday night rehearsal, Sunday morning rehearsal, house hunting part 3, writing about Fox Queens and Granpappy's Blues.
Much Love
WH
I'm nearly sticky and ill with fear. What the hell was that? A weekend? Certainly not in any human sense of the word. Sure, there was some good ol' fashioned fun and productivity (we had a meeting with Nicole BZ and Dave Hammer re: album schedule... things are moving very quickly now), but there was a definite undertone of over the top savagery and teenage lust moving through everything.
Starting Thursday, it was a long haul through the deepest of holes, Dean's other band, Surprise Wasp gave us all something to dance to and think about and the only reason I actually went home at all was due to Lachlan's sage advice - "You aren't going to get sex here, come home."
Thankfully, even in the throws of rampant deviant behaviour, I listend to that advice and probably saved quite a bit of money, if not dignity.
Friday was to be quiet, but my old, dear friend Moon Head invited me out for a few quiet drinks with her and Mr. Springtime. I think that I possibly consumed two buckets of wine and several cocktails.
Saturday saw me and Black Omar aka Jazz Hat out and about, both nursing serious hangovers but intent on finding a new place of residence. After a whole lot of love and junk, we stopped in at a nice little place for an eye opener and killed time in a guitar store, where Black Omar got some serious grooves going - look out for The Walking Pace, coming to a dive near you.
When the house hunt was over for the afternoon, we connected with Mr. Green and began the slow crawl back into depravity, watching over 3 hours of Michael Jackson footage but listening to rough and ready music, discussing the nature of women musicians; not in any mean or sexist way, but merely as a way to ignore whatever other unclean thoughts we may have garnered.
Out on the streets and all over the town we spent our money and reason, encountering such fine fellows as Eliot Prob, Mr. Tooth, KL Conroy and an assorted cast of drunks, jerks, swell cats and bonafide crazies.
Sunday morning saw me stumbling in after sun up and out of bed two hours later. Business as ususal.
No real gaps, just the feeling that maybe the latent creep in my brain has rose from it's reptile crouch and taken over the furry parts of my thought process.
This week in Gay Paris: Film Clip production meeting part 105, Vocal Pre-Production w/Dave Hammer part 2, Thursday night rehearsal, Sunday morning rehearsal, house hunting part 3, writing about Fox Queens and Granpappy's Blues.
Much Love
WH
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Gay Parisian Update Super Special
Well, I guess that it has been quite some time since I turned my hand to filling yall in on what's been going on out in the woods, so now is just about as fine as any other moment to get down on the earth and rub your ears on the leaves til you hear the hooves and such, they get closer, you know?
We've had a fairly good run of shows lately, sharing the stage with bands that turned out not only good players, but sweet people to boot (Hell City Glamours, we're looking really hard at you at this point. So good, so nice, so damn attractive).
After the show on the weekend (The Vaudevillains and Captain Reckless & The Lost Souls), I dare say that we were all feeling a little under the weather (for me it was thunderheads and St. Elmo's Fire wrapped around my winter cap) - it doesn't matter how late you stay out, nor even how many days, you'll never make a connection in those kind of conditions. Possibly I'm getting ahead of myself here, but I've met a wolf from the future, after all.
Preparations for a filmclip are under way, taking direction from our long time buddy and documentor, Lehi Curtis ( a man who has been to Glitter Canyon, if you must know) and artist Alice Amsel ( to be quite honest, the three of us have started a 'side project', which will take some time to get going, but expect a blues/soul hybrid).
Young Fraiddy Cat Podmore has been doing vocals for his other band, Suprise Wasp's EP with Dave Hammer at the helm - think punk rock being raped by a red tornado. You can catch Podmore and his merry gents at Spectrum on Thursday July 2nd along with our old stampin' grounds stampin' buddies Hospital The Musical and This City Sunrise.
We head into the studio ourselves in August, once again, Dave Hammer will be producing. The final two tracks (My First Wife, She Was A Fox Queen and Granpappy's Porch Sittin' Blues) should be finished in the next week or so - Hell, we've even began writing for album number two (remember, I've met the Future Wolf).
Prior to the recording process we have a lil' shindig at The Sandringham in Newtown (let me tell you, I've never felt so lucky to be in the Innerwest, after nearly a year away in the North, any chance to hang out in Newtown is a blessing to me). Rockin' it with us will be Grand Fatal, Black Level Embassy and Nunchukka Superfly.
Around the time of our recording, we have a support show for The Snowdroppers, out at Katoomba - and once again, that's somewhere I wanna hang. The mountain air will do my soul a world of good. After that, it's a mini-festival at The Annandale with bands such as Hell City Glamours, La Mancha Negra and Run! Hide! This should be a real special event, people, so bring your loved ones (I will likely try make love to them, a beautiful sight, if you've never witnessed me in the throws of passion).
In September, there will be a run of shows with Hell City Glamours, likely around Sydney, Wollongong and Newcastle - though don't quote me on this and hopefully we will be expanding the list of citites that this rock n' roll adventure encompasses.
October most assuredly see's us head back to Melbourne for the first time since our death defying escape in February - we have a couple of cool shows booked as well as Fermez La Bouche Festival. More details as soon as I get the OK to say OK.
That's about all I know for now and I'll try keep yall up to date.
Stay special and loved, yall.
WH
We've had a fairly good run of shows lately, sharing the stage with bands that turned out not only good players, but sweet people to boot (Hell City Glamours, we're looking really hard at you at this point. So good, so nice, so damn attractive).
After the show on the weekend (The Vaudevillains and Captain Reckless & The Lost Souls), I dare say that we were all feeling a little under the weather (for me it was thunderheads and St. Elmo's Fire wrapped around my winter cap) - it doesn't matter how late you stay out, nor even how many days, you'll never make a connection in those kind of conditions. Possibly I'm getting ahead of myself here, but I've met a wolf from the future, after all.
Preparations for a filmclip are under way, taking direction from our long time buddy and documentor, Lehi Curtis ( a man who has been to Glitter Canyon, if you must know) and artist Alice Amsel ( to be quite honest, the three of us have started a 'side project', which will take some time to get going, but expect a blues/soul hybrid).
Young Fraiddy Cat Podmore has been doing vocals for his other band, Suprise Wasp's EP with Dave Hammer at the helm - think punk rock being raped by a red tornado. You can catch Podmore and his merry gents at Spectrum on Thursday July 2nd along with our old stampin' grounds stampin' buddies Hospital The Musical and This City Sunrise.
We head into the studio ourselves in August, once again, Dave Hammer will be producing. The final two tracks (My First Wife, She Was A Fox Queen and Granpappy's Porch Sittin' Blues) should be finished in the next week or so - Hell, we've even began writing for album number two (remember, I've met the Future Wolf).
Prior to the recording process we have a lil' shindig at The Sandringham in Newtown (let me tell you, I've never felt so lucky to be in the Innerwest, after nearly a year away in the North, any chance to hang out in Newtown is a blessing to me). Rockin' it with us will be Grand Fatal, Black Level Embassy and Nunchukka Superfly.
Around the time of our recording, we have a support show for The Snowdroppers, out at Katoomba - and once again, that's somewhere I wanna hang. The mountain air will do my soul a world of good. After that, it's a mini-festival at The Annandale with bands such as Hell City Glamours, La Mancha Negra and Run! Hide! This should be a real special event, people, so bring your loved ones (I will likely try make love to them, a beautiful sight, if you've never witnessed me in the throws of passion).
In September, there will be a run of shows with Hell City Glamours, likely around Sydney, Wollongong and Newcastle - though don't quote me on this and hopefully we will be expanding the list of citites that this rock n' roll adventure encompasses.
October most assuredly see's us head back to Melbourne for the first time since our death defying escape in February - we have a couple of cool shows booked as well as Fermez La Bouche Festival. More details as soon as I get the OK to say OK.
That's about all I know for now and I'll try keep yall up to date.
Stay special and loved, yall.
WH
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Magic Of Lies
You know how Christianity was just taken from Sumerian king making rituals and stuff? Philtered through the Egyptians, the concept of Ma'at - being good because it's good. It is the natural way (slightly different from karma, but same end result, one would think). Why aren't we making myths anymore? Oh, i know that we have stuff like the Yeti and the Jersey Devil and Scientology; i want people going out into the desert and talking to the bones of a mammoth and then they drag it bag naked and carry it around on a silver pole.
I want magic and wonder. I love that i don't have polio and the ease that i can read lies about celebrities and private citizens alike on the internet - just wish that there was more mystery in the world.
So take a page from my book: tell someone a lie. A big,outrageous lie.
I'm not telling you to cheat on your loved one, nor steal nor cheat at cards (you sly bastards).
Tell someone you saw a dog on it's hindlegs dancing the hooch with a snake. Keep a box of coins under your bed and insist that every night they multiply. Who knows, something may catch on and in 2000 more years, you could have been the beginning of something very special. Don't do it for money or influence. Do it to add mystery to a world where you can use googlemaps and wikipedia to find out anything with the dance of your fingers.
Don't lie about wolves though.
I'm sure you don't need that warning.
Much Love
WH, a liar and your friend.
I want magic and wonder. I love that i don't have polio and the ease that i can read lies about celebrities and private citizens alike on the internet - just wish that there was more mystery in the world.
So take a page from my book: tell someone a lie. A big,outrageous lie.
I'm not telling you to cheat on your loved one, nor steal nor cheat at cards (you sly bastards).
Tell someone you saw a dog on it's hindlegs dancing the hooch with a snake. Keep a box of coins under your bed and insist that every night they multiply. Who knows, something may catch on and in 2000 more years, you could have been the beginning of something very special. Don't do it for money or influence. Do it to add mystery to a world where you can use googlemaps and wikipedia to find out anything with the dance of your fingers.
Don't lie about wolves though.
I'm sure you don't need that warning.
Much Love
WH, a liar and your friend.
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