In the winter of 2004 2 matts, a leslie and a cheryl decided it would be funny to write "french music" using toy accordions, a glockenspiel, acoustic guitar, clarinet, bass, random percussion and sometimes our terribly quiet voices. But before we could really get the ball rolling, an april made her way into the "band" bringing a ray of sunny sunshine with her. The writing of "french music" commenced and soon we were invited to play our first show in a simon's attic. About a year later, we set out to record our music for the first time and we got "explode". A few months later we lost our april at the teeth of a very huge, very premium & vicious beast of a dog. But she really just moved to Syracuse. So now it is just the four of us. We have written some new tunes and we plan to record them soon. We will play pretty much anywhere so just ask.
(also, not a band anymore.)
NCM at the Muddycup in New Paltz OCT 27th...New Paltz 4th sat at 8pm(show starts at 7pm w/Los DOggies and at 9 Ratboy) NCM as the "Missed Shits" (Misfits Halloween tribute)will appear that evening as well at Cabaloosas in New Paltz w/Tiger Piss(doing Guns and Roses tribute) and Pitchfork Militia.
Check out our pics from Burning Man
NCM w/THE MISFITS Sun DEC 2nd at The Chance in Poughkeepsie for tickets please contact us
Correspondences
Nature is a temple where living pillars
Let escape sometimes confused words;
Man traverses it through forests of symbols
That observe him with familiar glances.
Like long echoes that intermingle from afar
In a dark and profound unity,
Vast like the night and like the light,
The perfumes, the colors and the sounds respond.
There are perfumes fresh like the skin of infants
Sweet like oboes, green like prairies,
-And others corrupted, rich and triumphant
That have the expanse of infinite things,
Like ambergris, musk, balsam and incense,
Which sing the ecstasies of the mind and senses.
Correspondances
La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
Vaste comme une nuit et comme la clarté,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.
Il est des parfums frais comme de chairs d'enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
-Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens,
Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.
. . .
Charles Baudelaire
(1821-1867)
NICE WEEK END COMING
ENJOY IT
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Correspondences
Nature is a temple where living pillars
Let escape sometimes confused words;
Man traverses it through forests of symbols
That observe him with familiar glances.
Like long echoes that intermingle from afar
In a dark and profound unity,
Vast like the night and like the light,
The perfumes, the colors and the sounds respond.
We at the WDX saw you guys play once...you were quiet, thoughtful, beautifully orchestrated and seemed like friendly and caring individuals...that said, our bands should never come into contact...it'd be like matter meeting anti-matter...
ants run around, bumping into each other with their little feelers and keep going on their way. that's how our society works, and i don't want to be an ant, i want to make meaningful connections and actually feel people.
dude. dude. i can't come on the 4th c'os it's the day after i go back to school. and i won't be able to get a ride back that night probably.... daaaaaamnit!!! but i'm coming to new paltz in february??
