BED OF DADDLE/ ANDREW DRURY

Text by Jonathan Vincent, images by Richard Bergeron.

People keep eating!  Did the stream of gong mucilage slather onto the pot of fire in our face?  Why on earth does the food enter our lives the way we expected it to go into mouths?  They mince your words upon a carcass, scribbling names to identify and thereby make words like when you hear it, you stand inside of it, but it’s not you.  If you beat life into anything, then you’ve invented the world, but why?  The world was made, and you ate a portion of it with instruments attached to your sensation, but why get excited about it?   Despite what they say, I’ve found so many reasons to love you.  Every space within the mesh your skin makes me want to make myself clear to you.  Not like Tom Cruise, but expressed with every possibly tiny gurgle you’ve ever imagined and still in liquid form!  Take a long breath out, until you have emptied, and swallow, then take a bite.  You can sit in chairs now.  You have smelled your first pot of fire, and let’s talk about it!

BED OF DADDLE is…

Michael Evans (above)(drums, percussion)

Gordon Beeferman (above)(piano, synth, organ)

and ANDREW DRURY (solo percussion)…

Some more, or only one, a person.      

FIVE DOLLAR FERRARI/ YOLT

Text by Miriam Atkin, images by Richard Bergeron. 

Dual CD release party for two strange armies backed by the Prom Night record label collective.  This evening was organized by Brad Henkel, billionaire industrialist, conductors’ liberation activist, and innovator of steam-powered steam engine manufacture.  Five Dollar Ferrari and Yolt have been found guilty.

Five Dollar Ferrari (Brad Henkel, Dustin Carlson) makes machines to count the bubbles in your boiling blood.  Heavy duty trumpet bubbles and one missing guitar.

Yolt (Nathaniel Morgan, Dave Grollman,Weston Minissali) does its own exercises right between your thighses.  Up in your limns.  Riding the Tijuana rails. Fundamental downtown sound bringing you the holy motion.

and guests…