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03.06.2009
Tales Tails of the Butterflies. kenneth walks back into the practice room and me and jølle are both sitting down making repetitive noises with our guitars. We're trapped in the "ping pong scratch click" of our fake delay loop. There are two DD3s on the floor connected in series, but they're long forgotten. kenneth just laughs and comments how he can't believe us guys. Although personally I'm wondering why he didn't join in. Some weeks later, after a gig, someone comments how it's obvious we smoke a lot of weed (I initially typo'd "weird"), and when we convince him we don't, no not at all, he tells us that we should. This is a serious suggestion. but personally i think we're fucked up enough, as the story above illustrates. ping pong scratch click. ping pong scratch click.
24.05.2009
Thank you everyone who came to our show yesterday and made it so magical (although i suspect that was mostly just the DD3)
laurence: i want to update the db site but don't know what to write
kenneth: hnmmm that we kicked ass
20.04.2009
We're back from our overhyped UK tour, full of joy, compliments and dirty english breakfasts (the non-vegetarians amongst us tanked up on meat like shouldn't be humanly possible). Our music went down well and we didn't break anything. So many thanks are in order for the people who made it all possible, most notably grilly (and the rest of to the boats), nicola and the ashmores, but also including the lovely drunken promoter people at the white hart and them who lent us equipment, corey and alex (i was nice with your bass). Bonus thanks to corey for borrowing my camera and taking us some awesome photos, and to julie for playing at roadie. Thanks to all the other londoners for not shooting, robbing or swearing at us too loudly.
07.03.2009
It was a great practice we had yesterday - all shock and awe and dense levels of irony. We went down into our basement only to find the reherser door open, and inside nothing quite how we left it. Taking stock, we're missing Jølle's guitar, a cymbal, the hi-hats, a snare bag, and a sports bag. Several expensive pieces of equipment had been messed with, their wires pulled out etc, and the soundcard had been pulled out of Kenneth's computer and carefully placed back on top, but all had been left. A small flight case had been opened to reveal a very expensive mic, but that had also been left. All our pedals were sitting pretty, and the sexy ibanez bass sat shining on the guitar rack. It makes no sense at all.
Brilliant, because if it's someone who knows us they now have a list of what they should have taken, all our which we now have stored elsewhere. Infact, the only consolation is knowing that whoever did this is a complete fucking moron. You'd have to be an imbecile to fuck up a theft so badly. It's almost funny.
There were no signs of forced entry, so we can only presume it was someone who had a key for all three doors that stand between the street and our shit. Supposedly there may be a few of them knocking around in the wilderness. That or the wankers very good at lockpicking (I promised Kenneth I'd get the word "wankers" into our update). The gate to the street and the outer building door may have been left momentarily open, but we're satisfied ourselves that our door was definitely locked when we left it.
If we ever find out who did it they have a violent date with our egg slicer.
04.03.2009
Announcing the Drunken Butterfly UK tour! Our big gig is in London on the April 17th and we will absolutely love to see you. There will be love, noise and prizes. For an extra bonus, if anyone wants to book us during the week after easter get in touch through our contact form. Our options are wide open and smiling with scary fangs.
18.02.2009
Jølle's cast is off and we're back in business. Hitting the ground running. We have an emergency last minute gig supporting the Lake Bros this friday (20th Feb) at Studenterhuset. Come and say hello, get a CD, a hug, tinnitus, whatever you want. It will be nice to see you.
10.01.2009
Crash! jølle has broken his elbow, forcing us to cancel our asian tour and Illum CD signing session. A big apology to all those who were looking forward to shaking his hand - no can do. And I can take the piss too, because I distinctly remember him laughing at me when i broke my arm, and I'd been skiing, nothing quite so stupid as dancing on the bar (shame no one recorded it, we could have sampled it on our next record). But hey, this is what rock'n'roll is all about, and if he's a true rockstar he'll get his arm cast in a position so he can still play, like gail greenwood did.
On the up side, me and kenneth nor have some breathing room for our various side projects (oi!).
06.01.2009
In danger of sounding like an annoying but rather suitable Thin Lizzy song, we're back in town. The 'fly are ready for re-action.
After spending christmas and new year's hibernation growing fatter by the minute we are ready to rock our extra kilos away. Mince pies and kransekage, as metal as you like. This is good news for those who like us (us), but bad news for our neighbours in the basement of Studenterhuset (who can only dislike us).
What will the new year bring? We don't quite know, but a lot of R'n'R. Potentially the long awaited '57' (pronounced "five seven") video will hopefully arrive (the North Koreans are taking a long time filling inbetween the key frames). I personally like the sound of a 'five (six) seven eight' ep. We'll see.
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