Archive for March, 2009

The Black Tooth Supper Club

Posted in Uncategorized on 19/03/2009 by gayparis

I was away from the two noodle meals per day diet for quite some time. Honestly, I never thought that I would return to it; and I never wanted to. It’s terrible for a person, each ‘meal’ has enough saturated fat in it to fulfil half your daily need for fat intake, that probaly isn’t healthy. For some reason, this acts as a laxative also and I spend a ghastly amount of time in the WC, much like after an extended bout with cheap wine, yet without the vague sense of guilt and adventure.
Let me tell you, friends, find something else, if you’re considering skimping on your food budget for whatever reason – our own Fraidy Cat Podmore is known to devour two or three huge bowls of flavourless pasta in one sitting – now that’s the stuff that sticks to your ribs, though you’d never tell from his waifish figure.
Smokin’ D would likely disapprove of all this; he is known throughout his social circle as a culinary wizard of sorts, just try his blue berry, haloumi and red wine salad (if you are ever lucky enough to gain an invitation to his table).
Outside of scrimping and saving, malaise and rampant gastronomic snobbery, you’d find Ol’ Black Tooth Marks, that’s a fellow who knows where to draw the line; a touch of class, a touch of convenience. Take it from me, he eats his fill with his mind on the metabolism; clever as usual.
Now, as I take my leave of yall, I’m off to consume inordinate amounts of caffeine and wonder why sleep is still treating me like a harlot with no bust.

Yours in pointless rambling



Oneiric? Future? Wolf?

Posted in Uncategorized on 11/03/2009 by gayparis

Good morning,
It feels as late afternoon; to stay my course, I have been up for far too long (though to play fair, I did manage to wrangle a heady thirteen hour snooze last I slept thanks to my ol’ buddy dolased, so what else other than a thirty-forty hour jaunt through a ‘day’?) and am ready to divulge information that many of you will find to be usless, unhelpful or possibly distasteful. I say possibly as I have no idea where this is going.

To start with, I have recently discovered that I have the ability to discern the future through dreams. On my recent visits to a hosptial, I realized that I had dreamt of this place several months ago, when I was both unaware of the existence of this complex and the fact that I would be visiting it. Now, some may say that you’ve seen one hospital and you’ve seen them all, but to that I declaim “silence, knave!”, for not only did I evision oneiric depictions of the interior, but also the bus stops (strangely, there were no buses running), the cafe’ across the road and the various gardens about the exterior.
Now, to make no fine point on this, with these abilities to dwell on, it makes me wonder just how long it is until the Future Wolf actually does show up at a car window and drag me off into a bed of rose bushes while chamber music plays in the distance? When will my brothers ride their bicycles so fast at barb wire fencing so fast that they shoot through without flesh and ride on as skeletons? When will I enter the cornfield after running all night from a house with eyes, only to meet a leper and flee the sunrise lest I become him? Old Bonesy lived in a pumpkin patch and had yellow eyes, he had a fiddle that I never heard but still think about twenty years on, especially when I’m far from home. I remember the dog with the man head that was running up and down a hall while Jesus watched and there was a cupboard full of dead skin masks with a serving boy ready to help you try them on. Glowing men at the window rode another dog, about eight feet tall on his hind legs, he left red lines taller than those of my hound (this one got me falling out of a top bunk and I cut my back up on a tall glass of water). Not to mention all the strange sex and violence and chronological difficulties. Oh; and the underground gardens that glow and have bubbling pits and the walls are all novels.

But until that all come to pass, we have just one more show coming up before we take a month off to finish up our writing for the album and getting together a demo for yall; then I think we head to Brisbane for a couple of shows and then back to Wollongong and Sydney and then likely Melbourne and so on…

Well, I’m not exhausted but I’m sure your patience must be
hope to catch yall around and about at night

much love

Weekend Wrap Up & Vague Rant

Posted in Uncategorized on 08/03/2009 by gayparis

Well it’s Monday and sleep is treating me like a rabid knife salesman gone door to door in electric carver land (as usual).

To pass the time and alleviate the 6am no slumber ever blues, let me say a little about the weekend.

It was largely fantastic. Run! Hide! are swell, Ripping Dylans are swell – they positively sweat swellness! And big love to the two handsome fellows who went in for a little man on man on man lip action – ladies, fear not, I’ve got your love needs covered at the next show (don’t be bashful).

Thankyou to everyone who came out to see us at The Annandale – there was something special about that show and I think that the other guys felt it too – we have hit our stride and anyone who missed out, well, plenty more where that came from!
Now,if only I hadn’t been so excited by these developments and left the consumption of B/W/S to a moderate and sanity preserving level – I possibly commited a wide array of internet crimes while drunk when i arrived home many hours later; unfortunately there was a bottle of rose’ waiting for me, so the situation went fairly pear shaped.

On a down note, public transport continues to be utilized by a far worse class of drunk than myself – what is it about people that lends them the notion that they have the right to invade the personal space of others? I understand that not everyone goes in for my flash and dazzle sense of style, but to be fair, I’ve never tried to rough someone up for wearing brown leather shoes with blue jeans! Play nice, fellows, for tis the children that shall suffer!

Now, back to scrabble and single player RPGs and seriously avoiding any work on the novel that should be consuming my life but for now is merely a distraction from cleaning animal waste.

Yours in Joy, Genius and Hilarity


On a down

Early Friday morning for no reason

Posted in Uncategorized on 05/03/2009 by gayparis
Terrible long nights as usual, made worse by the rabbit that has taken over my living room. Never pull a hare from the jaws of a wolf, as once you wash him down, wily brown hare is just a fat white jack rabbit, well a dwarf lop with the idea that he is some kind of king rather than a stage prop.
Today shall bring little reprieve, just more mindless chatter, lucky for the phone or i’d even have to give ’em a taste of the ol’ black tooth spritz grin; needless to say, I’m well off the spritz, no matter what you may hear.
Thankfully, Saturday is looking up and up and up and if you’re in dirty little Sydney town, look us up at The Annandale Hotel around 9:30pm…
Much love