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Some more Creepy Eye Plants.

After that phase where all i drew was human hands. And that phase where i only drew bird men. I think all i’m going to be drawing for a while is eye foliage. 

Good.

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Sam Sleeping. West Germany, Berlin. 13.03.12 This might be my most favourite picture i’ve ever taken. Not at all staged. He fell asleep. Just like that. If pictures could talk, you would hear the snoring.

Sam Sleeping. West Germany, Berlin. 13.03.12

This might be my most favourite picture i’ve ever taken. Not at all staged. He fell asleep. Just like that. If pictures could talk, you would hear the snoring.

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Today we drove from Manchester to Frankfurt. We left at 11:00am British Time and arrived at 01.05am German Time. That’s what? 13 hours 5 minutes? I’m not sure if that’s good or not.  So far this year i have spent more time not in Britain than in Britain. And i have to say. That I love everywhere I go. I really do. I love their own little quirks and complications and beauties.  But the old adage is true - that there really is no place like home. And on my last re-entry into UK. On the Paris to Manchester flight 11/02/12. I had the joy of capturing these photos (despite the efforts of a particularly diligent stewardess). Of dear old England. Covered in snow.  Here’s my favourite. But if you want to see more, one click on the photo will let you do just that. Enjoy. p.s. That click may also lead you to discover some less cinematic, but no less joyful, photos from mine and Team Me’s January trip round Europa. You’ll be looking at Mr. Gus Fairbairn, Mr. Samuel Buckley, Mr. Biff Roxby, Goblin Queen Miss Hannah Miller…and Nathan. Tour Manager. Bus driver. Crisis averter. And keeper of the superglue.

Today we drove from Manchester to Frankfurt. We left at 11:00am British Time and arrived at 01.05am German Time. That’s what? 13 hours 5 minutes? I’m not sure if that’s good or not. 

So far this year i have spent more time not in Britain than in Britain. And i have to say. That I love everywhere I go. I really do. I love their own little quirks and complications and beauties. 

But the old adage is true - that there really is no place like home. And on my last re-entry into UK. On the Paris to Manchester flight 11/02/12. I had the joy of capturing these photos (despite the efforts of a particularly diligent stewardess). Of dear old England. Covered in snow. 

Here’s my favourite. But if you want to see more, one click on the photo will let you do just that.

Enjoy.

p.s.

That click may also lead you to discover some less cinematic, but no less joyful, photos from mine and Team Me’s January trip round Europa.

You’ll be looking at Mr. Gus Fairbairn, Mr. Samuel Buckley, Mr. Biff Roxby, Goblin Queen Miss Hannah Miller…and Nathan. Tour Manager. Bus driver. Crisis averter. And keeper of the superglue.

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A Tour, A Tour!

Certain kind and informative folk have let me know they cannot see gigs on my website (which is most definitely a work-in-progress) or on facespace (which i have no idea/no intention about trying to correct).

And i have been most neglectful of this blog.

So i thought i would start off the new year.
With a new list of gigs.

Loads of ‘em.

Bring it on.


January

(with Hannah Miller of the Moulettes playing support and cello…and Sam Buckley on double bass, Gus Fairbairn on saxophone & Biff Roxby on trombone)


19.01.2012 Zurich (CH) - Gonzo Club

20.01.2012 Düdingen (CH) - Bad Bonn

21.01.2012 Basel (CH) - Parterre

23.01.2012 Faenza (I) - Clandestino

24.01.2012 Milano (I) - Rocket

26.01.2012 Brussels (B) - Botanique

27.01.2012 Amsterdam (NL) - Paradiso

28.01.2012 Berlin (D) - Roter Salon


February


(with Team Me = Sam Buckley - double bass, Gus Fairbairn - saxophone, Biff Roxby - trombone, Chris Lydon - tuba & Phill Howley - drums)


07.02.2012 Paris (F) - Le Point Ephemere


March (and a bit of the end of February)


(with Alabaster dePlume playing support and Sam Buckley and Gus Fairbairn resuming band/good company duties)

28.02.2012 Frankfurt (D) - Brotfabrik

29.02.2012 Nürnberg (D) - MUZ

01.03.2012 Dachau (D) - Kultur-Schranne

02.03.2012 Linz (A) - Posthof

03.03.2012 Baden (CH) - Royal

04.03.2012 Genf (CH) - Cordes Avides

05.03.2012 Bern (CH) - La Cappella

06.03.2012 Dresden (D) - Societätstheater

07.03.2012 Leipzig (D) - Kafic

08.03.2012 Hannover (D) - Feinkostlampe

09.03.2012 Hamburg (D) - Turmzimmer @ Uebel & Gefährlich

10.03.2012 Copenhagen (DK) - Fingerbøllet

13.03.2012 Berlin (D) - West Germany

14.03.2012 Schorndorf (D) - Manufaktur

15.03.2012 Mannheim (D) - Mowhawk

16.03.2012 Cologne (D) - King Georg

17.03.2012 Saarbrücken (D) - Sparte 4


I hope to see you soon. It’s been a long time since i saw you last. And i miss you. Let’s have a glass of wine and talk about it.


LG

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I was packing up my shadow puppets into a travel bag, ready for their day trip, when this card slipped out from in amongst them. There is no better antidote to the 9:35 train to London than the discovery of a forgotten note from a good friend. It was the best gig introduction I think I ever had… Liz’s heart is a moon Her arms are batteries Her brain is an old musical Never released, lost in a fire, Remembered at dinner by the stars who sung it. Her fingers are the fire Muttering behind the grate Her feet are ghosts Her shoes are haunted Her legs are home Her mouth is a tome Her teeth believe Her face is a prow Her songs are now ~ Stanley Wilfrid Merttens

I was packing up my shadow puppets into a travel bag, ready for their day trip, when this card slipped out from in amongst them.

There is no better antidote to the 9:35 train to London than the discovery of a forgotten note from a good friend.

It was the best gig introduction I think I ever had…

Liz’s heart is a moon Her arms are batteries Her brain is an old musical Never released, lost in a fire, Remembered at dinner by the stars who sung it. Her fingers are the fire Muttering behind the grate Her feet are ghosts Her shoes are haunted Her legs are home Her mouth is a tome Her teeth believe Her face is a prow Her songs are now

~ Stanley Wilfrid Merttens

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“Underneath this mask, another mask. I will never be finished carrying all these faces.” ~Claude Cahun

“Underneath this mask, another mask. I will never be finished carrying all these faces.”

~Claude Cahun

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Come one, come all! This is the poster i’ve drawn for the Liz Green & Jamie Harrison May Tour!  (And because i have now mastered the art of the hyperlink, if you click on the poster it should take you to the dates! Clever eh?) Me and Jamie as two stolid Easter Island rock heads. Probably staring each other out to see who wins ’most morbid song lyric’ (Me). Or ‘best lyrical jazz phrasing’ (Jamie).  Online listening posts can be found here: Me: www.myspace.com/lizgreenmusic Jamie: www.myspace.com/jamieharrisonsingssongs Do come along and say hello. You will be most welcome. P.S. Someone has already pointed out it reminds them a bit of a Pink Floyd album cover, and i was briefly worried my subconcious had plagerized. But i have checked, and there are at least ten very distinct differences, which makes it officially different enough to be unique.

Come one, come all!

This is the poster i’ve drawn for the Liz Green & Jamie Harrison May Tour! 

(And because i have now mastered the art of the hyperlink, if you click on the poster it should take you to the dates! Clever eh?)

Me and Jamie as two stolid Easter Island rock heads. Probably staring each other out to see who wins ’most morbid song lyric’ (Me). Or ‘best lyrical jazz phrasing’ (Jamie). 

Online listening posts can be found here:

Me: www.myspace.com/lizgreenmusic

Jamie: www.myspace.com/jamieharrisonsingssongs

Do come along and say hello. You will be most welcome.

P.S. Someone has already pointed out it reminds them a bit of a Pink Floyd album cover, and i was briefly worried my subconcious had plagerized. But i have checked, and there are at least ten very distinct differences, which makes it officially different enough to be unique.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, i introduce the official video for “The Ballad of Joe & Oko”.

A song by me.

Excusing the shaky camera, inability to draw, and the fact that this is the only video i have ever made…

…i would say this is The Best Video I Have Ever Made.

I am unbelievably proud of myself.

I am beaming.

These feelings have nothing to do with the bottle of port i have drunk. That was a necessity to help me navigate the complexities of video editing.

I sincerely hope you enjoy it.