Having spent the best part of two weeks figuring out how to transfer content from six blogger pages to this, the new international webportal and virtual headquarters of Davey Dreamnation Enterprises, it came as no surprise today when an unnamed junior technician, midway through eating a bar of turkish delight, inadvertantly hit delete while navigating the FTP interface, with the end result that all [d/dn v.10] services and facilities suffered an immediate “brown-out” whose devastating effect, comparable to a cookie crumb becoming lodged in a ventilation fan on board the International Space Station, was only minutes ago reversed, thanks to the diligence and superior brainpower of Davey Dreamnation himself, who is now considering changing his name to Davey Damnation, in apparent reference to words exchanged between himself and said junior technician, who now finds himself “cooling his jets” somewhere on the perimeter of the Camp Davey compound, along with Mr D’Nation’s insufferable llama Scaramouche, the Kiwi Sting impersonator Stung and various luminaries from the 1980s including Sir Chris de Burgh, Sir Bros, Sir Nik Kershaw, Sir Howard Jones aka Hojo and Sir Tears For Fears, who threatened to eat his own head should such a catastrophe ever befall Davey Dreamnation Enterprises again, a threat interpreted hopefully by those assembled as a promise whose fulfillment all now eagerly look forward to, much as we mere mortals look ahead with delight to the appearance of a comet on the western horizon, itself a symbol of all we have come to love and cherish, in short, home, though faraway on a cold planet, seemingly immune to static.
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DNRC066 | LP | 2008 Read more
The first recording by Davey Dreamnation since the second space shuttle exploded, “I Claim Responsibility” was originally aired as a spoken word piece on ABC Radio National in 2005 as part of the Deep End Poetry Slam.
Never one to rest on his laurels, Davey completely re-recorded the track to cassette and then uploaded the song to his personal computing empire, losing most of the original’s unique sounds and tuning in the process.
Forever destined to undersell his own lyrical genius, Dreamnation manages once again on this track to confound, move and alienate an entire generation, and all in three minutes and forty-eight seconds.
Beat that!
In the tradition of everything barnestorming and brill, [dnrc] has reached a massive milestone, just one day after the completion of the EvilWealth Games: namely, its fiftieth release. In just over a year of operation, [dnrc], the record label set up and made famous by the hard-working, committed and just-a-little-bit-deluded maestro of the signature jarmy, Davey Dreamnation, has earnt a reputation for backing artists who have never been heard of, and then deleting their entire ouevre, to the chagrin of fans and the delight of rarity-obsessed collectors. Hence, releases by The Guide Ponies, The Cruns, Mead and (most recently) Super Grope, which could have garnered a massive listening audience, have instead been consigned to the dustbin marked “sad” and, on the other side, “deleted”. You may never hear these records out loud. However, you can be certain that the massive archiving effort that is the [dnrc] website will one day rival the one currently being set up by Snoogle and the Camp Davey Public Library. Impossibly seething, certainly deluded and caustically non-Romantic, Davey Dreamnation told reporters today that, had it not been for the so-called death of his close friend Stung (a fine Sting impersonator from New Zealand), and the emotional support provided by his muse, Scaramouche the llama, [dnrc] might never have even got off the ground. “That’s right,” the gifted flautist was quoted as saying, “just turn right at Swanston Street, cross the bridge and you’ll see the freaking fish on your left. Have a nice freaking day. Turkeys.”