This particular Patrick Porter born in the Dixie sticks and of the Tennessee trailers, wind whoop train whistle cornpone Americana mixed a whiff with hinterland Dada Germany by way of mother's milk. Hijacked way out west to tramp the falling pinecones and Mount Roselee weeping one million horses' worth of reverb through a chilly window, suckle the edge of a King Biscuit Flour Hour and tramp a K-Mart parking lot, make a first memory. Ten hot breaths later malt a Fender Mustang twang long lost into country mice, icebox stars and adolescent pining (not to mention a hearty heavy metal apprenticeship in pater's biker bar band-- hum duh duh duh in your head and hit a gong with a hot wing). Hundreds of plate-chipped cassettes later a first stab at posterity past puberty, Reverb Saved My Life LP, recorded at age 17 in an underground pool hall and released by Camera Obscura Records of scenic down under. Tours of America both gold star holy and sadly blackly spirits flagging, shuffle a stacked deck to NY state via wayward Greyhound daylong purgatory, green mint HESS goose the window shades and ice cream shakes at Friendly's to ward off the schizoids. The recordings Lisha Kill LP (Camera Obscura Records), Maybe Waltz EP (Evelyn Records, London), and Skylan Mo (Asaurus Records, USA) materialize from the * shattered GE factory windows of rust belt Hudson River necropolises. Take a tour of Europe solo moly holy but for a choco Gretch acoustic and dinosaur cap, a ugly American quickly learns to eat marmite and count quid. Bittersweet At Best 7" single released in Scotland (Keep Recordings, UK) and a good tour round the haggis wrap. Then back to America to record gumball-colored whimsical pistol whippasnapper Die Wandaland LP (Greyday Records, Oregon USA) and a blistering little sister named This Machine Kills Bathos LP (The Time Is Now Records, USA). Insert nervous breakdown of sorts in the rotten waterboy bench of the big apple's most distant stem. Much wasted time learning to walk again. A better year spent painting and living in basements, dripping water on x-mas eve. Between three hundred hatched canvasses plant please Colfax, Colorado in 4 capsules, called collectively the DENVER 4. A Swan At Smiley's LP (Greyday Records, 2009), Cry Me A River, Sing Me A Raft 12-Song EP (Greyday Records, 2009), Darlene Evening EP (Greyday Records, 2009), Goodbye Pork Pie Heart LP (Greyday Records, 2009). After some haggling with the gods and sawn off shotguns Porter whelped out to New England for the birds and 3-fams and dark factory X windows again, east coast holy ghouls only an inch up from the usual, harried Smith College fingernail sliver states, then past romantic disaster back to stopgap Denver again Denver where he recorded the upcoming hoolahooper Bachelor Pad Blue; Bent Pants and Stray Cats LP, to be released by somebody someday. Porter currently resides in Portland, Oregon where he eats beans and carrots, walks across bridges, and smells roses. Patrick Porter listens to John Denver records and cries. Patrick Porter threw the TV across the room and cut his finger on the glass. Patrick Porter has lived in every traffic light corner apartment in America. Patrick Porter forgot how to play guitar a long time ago. Patrick Porter's fingers are snarled in yo-yo strings. Patrick Porter smokes cigars and throws the stubs out the window. Patrick Porter gets into trouble all the time. Patrick Porter likes the movie MERMAIDS. Patrick Porter is a sore spot in the conversation. Patrick Porter drove an ice cream delivery truck and all the ice cream fell out and got crushed. Patrick Porter wishes he was an 80-year old bluesman living in a trailer in Buena Vista. Patrick Porter gets scared at night and walks around town in his pajamas. Patrick Porter is a total square.
i use my top 12 friends as a playlist for what my myspace mixed cd would sound like. its updated monthly, and i have put one of your ace tunes on this months 'cd' (track listing in blog).
cheers for making great music and if you have a minute come and check out the 'cd'. its pretty nice.
tak, dress up like a hooker, i'll be charlie sheen
hello patrick r. porter. nice e-mail, ive got your art up on my walls, i hope your smiling, and your PJ's are cosy. scott mills on the radio, mocking american wifeswap show. sounds funny. miss you long-time x gotta go buy milk for my weetabix.
Hey - Thanks again for the good luck painting. I put it in a frame today and it's settling in over my sofa. Awesome. Gonna try to swing by the Skylark tonight.
I had a look at all your paintings again. tip top top cat.
