Davey Dreamnation

DNRC018 | LP | 2003 | DELETED
What little hasn’t been said about this remarkable album is still best left unsaid. Stung, New Zealand’s most talented flautist, pulls out all the corks on “Dream of the Blue Pipe Cleaners”, an epic statement of intent. Unbelievably, this was his first and last album for [...]

DNRC017 | LP | 2003 | DELETED
During the heady summer of 2002, when DNRC was still in its infancy and Davey Dreamnation had just completed his barnestorming tour of the Northern Territory, rumours began circulating about oen of the support bands on that tour, and their reputation for incendiary live performances. Maple Lanes, as the [...]

DNRC016 | LP | 2003 | DELETED
Teh were something of an enigma during their brief half-life. Their sound was built around the talents of two full-time members (the equally-enigmatic T and eh), whose notorious live shows were supplemented by a galaxy of groupie-like choral singers, whose keening delivery left many reviewers wondering who’d died. “93602″ [...]

DNRC015 | LP | 2003 | DELETED
Portarlington’s extraordinarily prolific Sluice emerged from that fine city’s Chinese-rock underground to redefine what it meant to make music. Featuring four guitarists, no vocals and one battered tape recorder, they embarked on a four year musical odyssey that took in all of their native city’s extensive musical influences and [...]

DNRC014 | 7″ | 2003 | DELETED
Cruns, hailing from Boston, made the extraordinary decision in 2003 to stop listening to any of their New England counterparts and start making noise. This, their first release, is the result. Equal parts barn-door whinny and shoe-gazing abandon, “Extra Hair” sees the band in top form, delivering the one-two [...]

lying on the beach i got hassled
cheating’s a way of life for some
hating can lead men to violence
stealing has been misunderstood
shooting heroin sure beats guns
tooting horns make no difference
screaming is one form of release
killing was a bad idea at the time
lying’s a way of life for some
cheating can lead men to violence
hating has been misunderstood
stealing [...]

Yessiree, the 2nd EWF (Emerging Writers Festival) is on in a few weeks. Visit the Exprezz Media site for more details. I’ll be reading poems from the now-very-rare The Happy Farang, and also I’ll be moderating a panel on “first-words-last-words” and participating in a panel on alternative publishing.

bob mould’s screaming eight miles high
can you feel his sheets of pain inside yer
headphones boy take notes & duplicate
on yer long walks home through those
graveyards in yer long coat there’s that
crow he’s eating all yer dead mix-tapes
feature angry men & the odd soft-rock
stooge eg john cougar’s song scarecrow
that’s the sound of yer stadium funeral
furious bic [...]

what happened to you boy the future
seemed too mad for some you were a
notorious phenomenon spoken of by
girls in reverent drools weird kind of
pop star heard of back in high school
if some girls said you were cool then
you were & while I could easily sneer
& pretend I knew you personally the
fact remains that you were [...]

for John Winston Howard
at the end of the day
comes the night
when the lights go out
you can’t see anything
when everything’s dark
anything can happen
if there’s no light on
nobody’s at home
or else they’re asleep
when nothing’s bright
no thing really exists
once all is darkness
no light comes
until morning anyway
& that’s a fairy story
fit only for sunny days
when everyone’s awake
or daydreaming
when everyone’s [...]

Marzipan: A Confection is a hypertext experiment based on my Master of Arts (Research) Thesis in Creative Writing, undertaken at the University of Melbourne between 2002-2004. This confection will become more rich and flavoured over time and will also feature historical and ephemeral information about Marzipan.
The Thesis, a 30,000 word novella, describes the invention of [...]

this isnt home & away you know
you’ll never be tammin sursok &
im not even sure who id cast as
you hate your waxed arrogance
but we havent turned into digits
yet have you noticed how a surf
clubs transformed by childhood
tuckshops free icees sunny boys
how a girls smiles erased by the
backdrop utterly fibro hopeless
underneath a dead banksia tree
holding eskimo [...]