I know you’re curious about me. What makes me tick? How do I have my tea? Are my underpants red? Am I wearing underpants? How do I get my hair to stay that way? Do I like pets? Is my fridge running? How do I manage to write such emotionally retarded music? How much did I pay the engineer to record my songs? Did I really audition for “Cats”? Am I a true tabby? How do my socks fit? What’s metal? Do we really die? How many jelly beans do I have in my pocket? What am I listening to right now? Has daylight savings started yet? How do they make belacan? Is my true name Roger? What’s my starsign? Do I really enjoy champagne as much as the rumours suggest? Is my portfolio photograph airbrushed? Why do you cry? Does pain cause it? Isn’t Paris elegant at this time of the year? Can I guess where you’re calling from? Have I been to the Paris Hilton? Does playing a tennis racquet instead of a guitar make me an idiot? Do I enjoy spending time with llamas? Can we expect a similar set of questions addressed to “the men”?
Category: Davey Dreamnation (page 11 of 31)
Davey Dreamnation (not pictured) was conceived during the playing of a Genesis L.P. in April 2001. A legend in his own signature drawstring jarmies, a colossus of lo-fidelity, a harbinger of jitches and drum fills and ‘the Skylab of his generation’, Davey describes himself as an Australasian pirate who lives in the third person, and that’s good enough for us. Davey is apparently fluent in Esperanto and enjoys ice hockey and Joy Division. Read posts from the last five or ten years, then consider for a moment a world without Davey. Sad, isn’t it?
Well, it’s another day in the life of Clint Bo Dean and I’m loving it. Pulled out my vinyl copy of “Cats: the Musical” today and boy, did it look good. The record was in pristine condition, basically never played. I just put it on top of the record player and watched it for a while. Then I jived to “Jellicle Cats” for a few minutes in my brain, experiencing the rare pleasure of esctasy as the tears flooded down my cheeks, disrupting my extensive make-up. They call me Panda-eyes but those of you who really know me know already that I am a tabby cat with a penchant for profiteroles, memories and two litre jugs of Baileys and Coke. I count Taylor Taylor, charlotte sometimes and the Artist formerly known as the third guy from Bros. as my friends. Andrew Lloyd Webber is a genius. I wonder, did he also invent the barbecue known as the Webber? Sometimes I suspect I too may be a genius. Some of the songs I have been writing lately simply blow me away. The two track recording equipment does give me curry sometimes, and is currently on the fritz but that’s okay. I’m Macavity the Mystery Cat. I’m also an interpretative dancer, wearing three bandannas. Count them. Watch me dance.
While [d/dn] looks on in grief as his popularity slips on the mp3.com.au artist charts, the exact opposite is true for the track “Foggy Dew Edit” from his barnstorming Recognition of Prior Learning LP. This kick-arse piece of noodling sits at present at #5 on the lo-fi charts, despite not possessing any lyrics or song structure. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
For the record the song is described on the site as follows: “Believe it or not, this is the end bit from Davey’s recording of a traditional Irish song called “The Foggy Dew” which deals with the British occupation of Northern Ireland and other examples of historical stupidity the Easter Uprising of 1916. Check out the false ending half way through. Pogue mahone!”
Help [d/dn] make his political statement by downloading the track as many times as you can over the next week. That way, it’ll get to number 1. Alles klaar?
[d/dn] has returned triumphantly to the mp3.com.au charts, with a blistering attack on its upper reaches. Just one week after its release, the slow-burning Tribesco has debuted at #5 on the lo-fi single charts. Even more ominously, [d/dn] himself sits at #2 on the artist charts and should reach #1 as a matter of course. “I’m surprised and disappointed that Davey has managed to come back from the dead in this way,” admitted a suitably stung Stung, “because I was hoping the listening public might have forgotten about him by now. No such luck, obviously and you guessed it: I’m seething. Seething.”
In news from mp3.com.au, it appears Davey Dreamnation has risen from the dead. His latest offering is a double single, “48 Bars” b/w “Tribesco”. Rumour has it that he intends to release the Tribesco LP before the end of the year. We’ll see if that ever eventuates.