Friday, June 17, 2005


M'man Nemo tells me he's hitting the road in the States for a few dates with Matt Valentine and Erika Elder next month....I think Samara Lubelski is on the bill for some of these shows, so check 'em out if you're able. Samara has also hung out with forgotten Krautrock geniuses Metabolismus (buy everything by them that you can get your sticky little mitts on!)

Nemo played some wickedly-spooky Moog and echo-deck interventions with MV & EE on the Raga-tastic Lunar-Psych LP "Creek to Creation" (on transparent lime-green vinyl!), where they're also joined by Dredd Foole and free-folk drummer (and Sunburned Hand of the Man member) Chris Corsano:

(The picture's 'sposed to be's a dreamy, tripped-out summer-haze thang...)

I'm hoping that Matt V is gonna play the UK sometime soon, either as ME/EE Medicine Show, or as Tower Recordings...I'll let you know soon as I know myself. Until then:


july 5th - strange maine - portland, ME
july 6th - AS 220 - providence, RI
july 7th - a whale of a label - martha's vineyard, MA
july 9th - tonight lets all make love in buffalo festival, soundlab - buffalo, NY
july 10th - mezzanote cafe, syracuse, NY
july 12th - big jar books - philadelphia, PA
july 13th - brooklyn, NY
july 14th - unitarian meeting house, amherst, MA
july 16th - campfire fest, acra, NY


Just back from a few days in the windy, mystic wilde-woodes of South Devon...

Not much to report apart from the usual Sad Dad stuff. One point of interest is that noted train-buff Pete Waterman will be turning up in September to officially name the new locomotive at the Pecorama model-railway centre in Beer, Devon. (PW: "Locomotion? 'Ey, isn't that one of my old song-titles...? That's plagarism, pal...You'll be hearing from my solicitor!" )

Yep, there really is a town in South Devon called Beer. Down in the West Country, we believe in keeping the names of our towns simple and straight to the point. A few miles from Beer is the seaside town of Fags...which is, er, fast becoming Devon's answer to Brighton. On the North coast we have Smack (twinned with Opium-en-Provence) and its neighbouring village of Crack (the two are joined by a slippery slope)... in North Cornwall, a few miles down from Newquay is the coastal town of Charlie, where surfers are not welcome, because, as every foole kno "Charlie Don't Surf"...

Standing on the cliff at Sandy Bay (no, honest, it's a real place...) with my eldest daughter at tea-time a couple evenings ago, I saw that someone had drawn an enormous cock and balls on the beach below...enormous is no exageration; this was at least 60ft long, specifically designed to be visible from the cliff, complete with globules of ejactulate spurting from its bell-end...incredibly childish, but heroically so...

I put my hand over my mouth, partially to stop myself laughing, but mainly to stifle a gasp at the astonishing amount of sheer hard-work involved in creating this phallic-art beach-monstrosity (Richard Long, it ain't...still, wish I'd had a camera at hand...) when Kid Kid Shirt said: "Dad, why've they drawn a rocket-ship on the beach...?"