|Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,|
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
On Wednesday I returned to my Album Show on FBi for the first time in about three months. It seemed fitting to play a record by one of the incredible artists we watched while in the US, so luckily I was able to get my hands on a copy of Broadcast and the Focus Group Investigate Witch Cults of the Radio Age (available to download via Warp). Jonti and I saw them perform at le Poission Rouge during CMJ, and I'm pretty sure that out of all the shows I've seen this year nobody else has surpassed them in measures of mind-melting-ness - the way we couldn't stand up straight due to the onslaught of stupefying visuals and sonics in perfect synaesthetic collision is still as fresh in my mind three months on as Animal Collective's show at the Enmore is from last Friday night. Broadcast's collaborator on this record is The Focus Group (aka Julian House) who is co-owner of Ghost Box Records, a British label who release music in the vein of musique-concrete, folklore, vintage electronics and hauted televison soundtracks from the 1970s.
I just learned yesterday that this record was named Best of 2009 by The Wire:
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
FBI 94.5 and Timeout Sydney SMAC Awards 2009 - Next Big Thing
It's really encouraging to know that these awards were voted by Sydney public - after a year of working hard it's awesome to feel the support of our peers. The awards ceremony was rad too, I got a chance to kill fifty birds with one stone and say hi to many friends I hadn't seen in a couple of months, all who were looking no less than smashing.
triple j Unearthed - Big Day Out 2010
We were also fortunate enough to be selected to play a slot at Big Day Out 2010 in Sydney as a part of triple J's Unearthed - kind of living a dream had when we were 14 years old, not bad!
Oh and still speaking of awards/prizes, Jonti and Will are still in NYC under the guise of Jonti's solo project Danimals because of this... pretty fucking astounding right?
And so seeing as these guys are unexpectedly still outta town, Tan and I decided to reinterpret our songs for the gig we were booked to play at Oxford Art Factory tonight (!) with 'friend bands' Fergus Brown and WIM. At first a little unsure of how were were going to do it without the other kids, we've brought in the help of our producer extroadinaire Jono Ma + beloved Sherlock's brethren Graeme Pillemer to reinterpret the songs and turn them into hypo-techno-African-kraut jams using loop pedals, floor toms, Korg MS20, Roland 808 and Tanya's kitch (and fucking incredible) Lowrey organ. Can't wait, it sounded and felt incredible in rehearsal last night! Come!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
We are nearing the end of our stay in NYC, and it's been absolutely amazing. We are so looking forward to coming back to live here next year.
At the moment we have currently left the city for a few days and are in a studio upstate with two lovely engineers named Josh Druckman and Peter Mavrogeorgis, both of whom we have developed a strong bond with - a loving affection based on a whiskey here and there as well as settling back and watching things such as Creep Show and Spinal Tap - and of course recording in between.
Liam has made us pasta which was pretty damn yummy and tonight we are making bangers and mash ... weeeeeeeeeee
We've also learned a lot about bleeding salmon and botox...
Here are some photos :
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A quick update for everyone... We are still in NYC, and still in one piece which is pretty remarkable. Some wonderful crazy things have been finding their way to our feet - into which we've slipped and begun walking to wherever it is they've decide to take us.
We have a few more shows here before we head up state to do some recording at The Outlier Inn.
Exciting news from home is that we were Triple J's Next Crop pick a few days ago - you can find an interview and more info here.
And also quite exciting is that our EP is now released in NZ through Inertia! Yay go buy it Kiwis! I'm pretty excited about this as I can't wait to show the boys my home town. We have also been doing some NZ radio interviews too. If you so desire you can now request our music on NZ radio.
For the moment here are some pictures of NZ (that I found them on the multi-web):
This one above is where I live/lived... pretty rad.
I don't know who the guy is in this photo, but he looks pretty pleased with himself. I know you can't see his face but if you could, he'd look pretty pleased with himself... just saying.
At the moment we have two days off which will probably involve meeting with people, having lunches and drinking perhaps too much red wine and slippery margaritas, singing loudly to Metallica in bars where no one else seems to even notice you're there...
Oh guess what this is from?
It's the only hint I'm giving you, if you get it we'll ship you a free EP!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Just a wee update...
We've been here for 2 weeks now - it all goes rather quickly.
We're taking a little break from shows for a the moment as our drummer Will has headed back to Australia for his brother's wedding, which is exciting for him... although it also means 24 hours on a plane and then another 24 hours on a plane back here to NYC with the rest of us - so we love him for it.
We have managed to find new nicknames for ourselves on the tour.
Jonti is now called VOMIT... this came from a night of free tequila, a Vice Magazine Halloween party and a taxi.
Tim we have nicknamed TERROR. You should see this guy play Ten Pin Bowling, it's like watching ballet, you don't even hear the ball hit the floor, it's like a whisper. It's effortless, he only stopped bowling strikes after he got way too cocky... that was pretty funny.
Tanya's been nicknamed TREE - after she keeps stopping to hug different trees as we are walking through Manhattan - which is kinda annoying, but it must be hard being a tree in this city as it's mainly concrete...
Liam and Will are usually just AWOL as they are rarely seen before dark.
We have attached some photos, please note Tim's new guitar ... pretty exciting .... hope to update with something even more exciting soon!
Missing you guys
x Sherlock's Daughter
P.S. Everyone should spend Halloween in NYC, it's crazy!!!!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Also to add to our excitement we've just found out we've been nominated for SMAC!
In light of this we want to say a quick but big Thank You! to anyone who has supported us.
We've had a pretty fun time this year playing shows and releasing our EP, and being nominated for two pretty incredible awards is really just quite fantastic!
You can vote for us (if you like) for the SMAC awards here.
We are currently in NYC - spending most of our nights out and not climatising to the difference in time at all. It's 14 hours different from Sydney time, so without really meaning to we've pretty much just kept with our regular body clocks' times to stay awake through the night and sleep... sometimes.
xxx much love
Sunday, October 25, 2009
LA for 5 hour stop over: trying to find food, 2km walk from LAX to In and Out Burger it is.
We have been here now for 5 days, and I can only state that some truly bizarre and random things have happened. Whether it's the band or NYC I'm not so sure.
So far we are lucky that one of us didn't end up in prison. Another has ended up trapped in a toilet with some random girl that liked swapping clothes with anyone. Fortunately for her this particular incident required some form of clothing exchange... I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. We've seen the Midnight Juggernauts play, lost a knitted cardigan to find another knitted cardigan, broken a keyboard to be replaced by another keyboard, lost a member but found him 2 minutes before going on stage, lost two members to a night of drunkenness and dust... Our shows so far have felt amazing, and we can't wait to play more.
We'll be heading to the mountains to record in a couple of weeks. Above are some weird photos - I'm sorry that they are a bit crap, I'll make more of an effort now that i'm the official photographer....
Also it turns out TIM is a natural GPS!
xxxxxx much love
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Yellow Fields of Goodness:
Monday, September 7, 2009
We have uploaded some info for you below = just a little diary of our tour so far with Devoted Few.....
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Things have been pretty quiet on this blog, however we are back now after a few months of hibernating in our studio writing new songs and getting ready for our EP launch.
We are pretty excited to be playing with Megastick Fanfare and Kyü for our launch at The Hopetoun Hotel 27th August - it starts at 8pm, and I believe you can't get tickets in advance so go early we thinks.
It's going to be a pretty nice romantic night, so red wine all round.
Anyway here is a poster : looking forward to see you all there.