Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Cleophone Show Tonight
Allies of the wicked and wonderful night: a reminder of the Cleophone presence at Acadia tomorrow evening (Tuesday Jan. 16). Nine-ish. Three dollars. http://www.acadiacafe.com/
The desire of your presence is exceeded in intensity only by the following:
The desire of your presence is exceeded in intensity only by the following:
- The beauty of Dazed and Confused's bass line, in spite of the ridiculous lyrics---e.g.: if the "soul of a woman is created below" then one could just as easily purport that the soul of a man is right there in tow. However, rather than being an emperical truth, it's more likely Robert Plant was just carelessly rhyming like I just did. And you can see how shameless that is.
- The sense of bewilderment that would occur if all nails were ripped from the floorboards of Love, then surreptitiously mixed into one's birthday cake and served with a look of ambivalence.
- Admission that if you are so bold to Let Love In you should maybe give it a chair to sit on and offer it some freaking tea.
- The youthful redemption of Lennon's "Starting Over"
- The overcoming and beautiful silence of snow
- My desire for you to be well
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Brought the Cleophone into Cleo's third-grade class to let the children play. Listen to THE Cleo talk about the instrument that she inspired via the video below.
Review: City Pages
From a basement on a hill comes the Cleophone
Sturm und Drone - by Sarah Askari
Every time my house's heat kicks on during this curse-cold October, the hushing wind that blows through the ducts and up the vents lowers my blood pressure as it raises the temperature. White noise makes the anxiety go away. There's a low hum coming from the basement, and it puts me at ease—even though my basement's instrumentation is limited to a furnace (and, of course, an inoperable pipe-organ made from the bones of generations of family enemies). But some basements 'round these parts are more generously outfitted—some basements, in fact, are downright crowded—with Hammond organs and Rhodes electric pianos and timpani and oscillating radios (and, of course, cow bones), all begging to be allowed to sing along with the low, rushing rumble of the furnace.
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Sturm und Drone - by Sarah Askari
Every time my house's heat kicks on during this curse-cold October, the hushing wind that blows through the ducts and up the vents lowers my blood pressure as it raises the temperature. White noise makes the anxiety go away. There's a low hum coming from the basement, and it puts me at ease—even though my basement's instrumentation is limited to a furnace (and, of course, an inoperable pipe-organ made from the bones of generations of family enemies). But some basements 'round these parts are more generously outfitted—some basements, in fact, are downright crowded—with Hammond organs and Rhodes electric pianos and timpani and oscillating radios (and, of course, cow bones), all begging to be allowed to sing along with the low, rushing rumble of the furnace.
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Bearing Lester
The new musical combo LESTER is arriving soon with these songs:
Hate Ain’t Great
Honeycomb
Welcome
Six Feet Under Sad
Days of Thirty Duo
Hide of Frankenstein and Widows Teen
Salvadore Glue
Deranged and Dutiful
Goodbye
We’re Very Serious About Our Dating
Hawaii Joe Five-O
Consumption Twilight
She Told Me to Chill
When You Were Nine
All songs written between Oct 13 and Dec. 1, 2006 and lie nearly complete in Albatross Studio on 2" tape. This is significant to no one but me.
Music is not Cleophone. Music is pianos and guitars and drums and voice and organs and stuff. That may or may not be significant to you. If it's not, please go find something that is significant to you; that matters to me.
Dave Krejci
Hate Ain’t Great
Honeycomb
Welcome
Six Feet Under Sad
Days of Thirty Duo
Hide of Frankenstein and Widows Teen
Salvadore Glue
Deranged and Dutiful
Goodbye
We’re Very Serious About Our Dating
Hawaii Joe Five-O
Consumption Twilight
She Told Me to Chill
When You Were Nine
All songs written between Oct 13 and Dec. 1, 2006 and lie nearly complete in Albatross Studio on 2" tape. This is significant to no one but me.
Music is not Cleophone. Music is pianos and guitars and drums and voice and organs and stuff. That may or may not be significant to you. If it's not, please go find something that is significant to you; that matters to me.
Dave Krejci

