I know a musician friend who is in the process of stealing a friend of his’s story and making it part of his own lifes makeup. She shared a story with him that she was going to turn into song.
He liked it so much he took it and started slipping it into stories and answers he gave when he was doing interviews. He then slid it in so much it became a vital part of his history and interviewers actually started asking him about it. Once its in the media it becomes truth for both the teller and the reader.
He still had some notion of self doubt enough to email the original storyteller and suggest she alter her song idea to instead being about someone who had stolen one of her stories aadn was using it for them selves. And only reveal the story in the last verse – it didn’t require a complete song but only a verse within a stronger story.
He hasn’t had a response from the women but I will let you know if he gets one.
Tonight I start my tour with a man called C.W.Stoneking
we play tonight at The Melbourne Spiegletent before heading around the country.
heres a photo I took in country Australia while on tour with Des Peres
there is work out there even in these hard times. The music industry had its greatest boom in the original depression, so its good news for all of us.
am no teacher but my father was a preacher so I have seen him show the people. I will try
If you are there you know, welcome and grab yourself a bed. If you aren’t, there are plenty of invites floating around, find one for yourself, put on your best suit, grab a cane, umbrella or taxidermist’s bird (make it a big one) and hail a street car. But make sure you bring a plate, a plate full of big love. Love for all things fast, red, a love of slight of hand, a love of loud sounds when you need them, a love of theft when the object can be better used, a love of all things old but only when presented in a new way, a love of fox skins and a love of that deep, deep POW.
POW is when you are being held up against the wall but a man much bigger and stronger than you, adrenalin pumping but oxygen leaving, only one thought comes to your head POW
POW is when you can take over a back stage after a roaring concert by singing nothing but American work songs unrelentingly and then use the same skill to unload all the band of all their drinks, negotiate your way around a large city, order a Greek dinner delight and then wave goodbye all without dropping a note.
House of POW is a lifestyle. If you don’t see the world this way you might never but you must try and try and try. You must Must Must.
House of POW is music . The best music, music you cant understand but it gets you, gets you in that spot. The spot that fills you with groove and move, fills you desire, lust passion hatred love all of the great emotions. Fills you with confusion that says you must have more.
POW is when you know everything there is to know and the only thing left is to go POW
Des Peres is in the house of POW, Des Peres is its prime minister, president, sultan, and singalong chief.
Des Peres’s just finished the mixing process of the new album which makes it one step closer to being in your hot little hands or on your funky new personlised digital readers or flashing at you from your computers or however it is you enjoy DES.
I might even upload some new tracks for you in the next coupla days
GOD BLESS you all
DES PERES and the HOUSE OF POW
Let me introduce to you the house of PoW
I don’t really need to say more, as the phrase itself combined with your more than adequate imaginations should be sufficient I’m sure, but the rules of writing require that I do.
The House of PoW is a house full of stolen bits and it might fall down at any minute but for some science defying reason, it never does. Rather it continues to operate as a high powered pleasure provider for young men and women in this crazy old mystical mass we refer to as THE WORLD.
In its backyard there is a picnic on a stupendous scale, where the participants are young and beautiful and eat an endless supply of donuts, cakes and chicken pies. Whose daily programme of events consist of everything and anything from darts, to champagne swimming, to camel races, to hunting the great lion of Africa, to dubbing out under a banana tree, to climbing the technological hights, to cat burglary, to reading of mighty literature, to converstions with to many implications. There will be green spectacles and umbrellas, veils for Egypt and rough clothing for the pilgrimising in the holy land, Dark coats for Paris and saddles for Syria.
Light musical instruments are encouraged.
It consists of all the great and bad houses you have lived in seen or read about and none of them at the same time. The gingerbread house, something from Frank Lloyd – Wright, Coltranes House, Parliaments House, William Burroughs House, Iannis Xenakis’ House, The Art Ensemble of Chicago’s House, Miles Davis’ House, Prince’s house, Buckingham Palace and The hanging garden of Babylon, and Talking Heads House, the house that was built on the rock as well as the one that fell done on the sand and every other house not mentioned that held people together.
What was there lacking about that programme to make it perfectly irresistible? Nothing that any finite mind could discover.
It was and is the House of POW and it is Irresistible
The recording of Des Peres’ House of PoW is due for release in 2008
Des Peres is one of my many musical univerces