Archive for Tag ‘Chris Murray‘

The State of Kuwait: R.I.P. Peaches Geldof

 

From Chris Murray, fronter of many fronts, experiments, and minds – and for this purpose: The Hepatitties.

What follows are his thoughts on the passing of Peaches Geldof. The words are his own candid sentiment – a modern-day rarity – servings as the first (and, god willing, the last ) look back at a period in our collective history that is venerable, honorable, and – well – peachy:

Chris Murray:

I’m not sure what qualifies me to eulogize Peaches Geldof, other than the fact that I briefly fronted a band, The Hepatitties, for which I used various online media accounts of the young woman’s experiences, as fodder to write songs from her singular, and absolutely fascinating perspective.

As author of these songs, I suppose I do have a unique perspective, at least amongst Nashvillians, of what it might have been like to walk even a few miles in her designer pumps, to feel the evening dew thru her ink-adorned skin, to love and fuck and take needle drugs as her beautiful young synapses fire and misfire inside that lonely skull, topped with silken blonde hair…

I suppose what fascinated me with Peaches all along were these dissonances that seemed to be at the very core of her person: she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but never hesitant to use it for melting down heroin with lemon juice. She could bed damn near any man, but chose for her first husband the ginger lead singer of ridiculous electropop/rap group, Chester French. Her face was soft and round, but usually covered in gaudy rouge, and her skin, so supple, alabaster smooth, but criss-crossed with hastily designed ink in her later years. She was an essentially conflicted, and therefor free person, it seemed to me, physically and emotionally untethered.

To me, Peaches represented a unique point on the celestial map of celebrity infatuation: not fully present in any specific time or geographical zone, but existing mostly in, propped up by the digital consciousness shared by Gawker.com readers, and perhaps more importantly, by her reliably tabloid-obsessed home country of England. Peaches gave us the mytheme that we so desperately need for meme. There can be no myth without a people to share it, after all. The fetish object is not a fetish at all, without a pervert.

The second Hepatitties EP, Banality Winkin’, explored Mrs. Geldof’s lately refined emotional sensibilities, her newfound introspection upon the birth of first born son, Astala Geldof-Cohen, as evidenced by her personal Twitter and Instagram feeds. Since the completion of this recording, Peaches gave birth to a second son, Phaedra Geldof-Cohen, and adopted two dogs: Bowgsley and another (whose name I forget,) and seemed to be further distancing herself from the hard-partying lifestyle of her late teenage years.

The Peaches Geldof of old had recently seemed to be dying in favor of a new, more “adult” version of herself. Perhaps she was just not ready to see her real self, her tabloid self, the drug-addled, occasionally chubby society plumb, wilt away on life’s pedestrian counter top.

Goodnight, Peaches. May God have mercy on us all.

 

04/07/2014

Find The Hepatitties albums for free and for sale here:

A Taste For Peaches <click!>

Banalaity Winkin’ <click!> (3rd down)

TBP TAPES

In what is no doubt a shrewd business move, Chris Murray – musician, artist, writer, liar, and overall good dude – has started a recycled tape label with all the right threads and frills attached to it.

 

TBP TAPES

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Check it out. We half-assedly support it, and it has Murray’s latest project, Textbook Punk, fully stocked, which is as it should be. Featuring music that mostly will blow your space balls out of your perception holes, TBP offers a tiny corner of the great expansive music world that Nashville lacks in its entirety, primarily due to over compensation via Metro-Masculinity. There is no throw back.

Note: TBP04 or: Jerkwater Burg was an original Blacktooth CD-R release (BTR011) from our art installation in The Arcade last summer, available on tape for the first time. Read Murray’s summation of it below and the initial press-festo here: <click!>

 

“Jerkwater Burg” is a cassette re-issue of the sound component of an art installation of the same name, originally released as a tiny batch of CD-Rs by Blacktooth Records, all of which sold out at the show’s opening on November 3, 2012. “JWB” was a collaborative project, helmed by Matt Jernigan (M.F.A., School of the Art Academy of Chicago.)

As one of the only truly immersive installations ever presented at Nashville’s First Saturday Art Crawl, “JWB” featured a sod-covered ramp, surrounded by flourescent floor lights and leading to a fountain which sprayed a glowing green liquid. Jagged black and white stripes adorned the walls of the tiny room and to call the experience “psychedelic” would be putting it lightly.

The music, or rather, sound contained on this cassette is the static, gurgling effects broadcast over loudspeakers throughout the opening. Whether it reminds you of a New England bay or PC alert messages, it makes a rather nice “light noise” soundtrack for your next meditation session, dinner party or acid trip. Dubbed on “Tomorrow’s News – Today” C60s. Limited to four copies.

If I Could Just Hear…

Chris Murray of too-many-projects-to-name recently disolved Square People and is atoning for his critical mistakes in life by releasing an exuberant and solipsistic album called “Master’s Voice” and wants to make money off of it. Will this bandcamp host all of Mr. Murray’s future releases in one, slick place? We’ll see. RSS that shit, yo.

Bounce it. It’s goofy and fun. GET YO FOOTWORK.

 

Slap Up

So much righteous stuff this week, we had to present it to you in a harvested form, 92% BTR approved. The USDA comes a-callin’ when we slap our stamp on produce.

Here are a list of things happening in Nashville this week that we will be at:

 

SUNDAY (4/29)—-

The Phantom Farmer//Chrome Pony//Calico Cat

The End//9pm

—-The Phantom Farmer is Joel Dahl’s (By Lightening) solo work and it’s first record release show. This guy has recorded many of the find projects that you (or will) enjoy around town, and a few you won’t. Prolific in his work ethic, unassuming in his nature, go hear this man spit the truth. He’s the doctor around these parts. Chrome Pony supports and you know we pop for that.

 

MONDAY (4/30)—-

Joey Molinaro//Chris Murray

1119 N 2nd St//9PM (FOR REAL)

—-Take yourself all the way there with this one. Joey Molinaro is  thrash, solo violinist and Chris Murray is a thrash, solo saxer that helms the Square People project. Free Jazz, Free Thoughts, Free Show (Save buying/donate to Joey the Tour). C’mon then.

 

TUESDAY (5/1)—-

Hot Chicken Night at the VFW followed by music:

Bombino//William Tyler//Cherry Blossoms

VFW Post 1970//$10 //8pm

 

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—-Personally, I’m stoked on this one more than most things I’m usually stoked on. Bombino is a Tuareg guitarist from Niger, Africa who’s been exiled, had band members executed, all to be “welcomed back” by the nation(s) his protest songs are about. Serious business here, folks. This one is not to be missed, with two killer opening local acts and a fully engaged evening planned out.

 

WEDNESDAY (5/2)—-

Lushlife (Philly)//Cities Aviv (Memphis)//Jota Ese

Mercy Lounge-High Watt//$10//9pm

lounted in the basement by JOTA ESE

—-Who is Jota Ese? You’ve heard his two/too dope mix tapes, you’ve pondered his premises, now see he revealed. Debut live show?Lounted Hip-Hop? Enigma be gone? See you idiots there.

 

SATURDAY (5/5)—-

This day is insane and you probably already have plans. Oh Dang Lo Mein is playing at Local Taco and Fly Golden Eagle is playing at the End. That’s racist, know what I’m talmbout?

 

Call me Snap. Out.