Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Saturday, June 10, 2006

 

Music. The Ultra Montanes.


We organise our lives and say, "This is where I live and this is where I work and this is where I go to say 'I've never been to me'." And that's where you go to be you, or 'me' in the case or you, and me too. Up a tree somewhere, I don't know. I don't really go anywhere. I just ponder. Although I never use the word 'ponder'. I prefer saying 'panda'.


Band: The Ultra Montanes.


They released a few great singles and an album in the late 90s. Their second album should be released in the Autumn of this year. They've spent the intervening years working on their sound in 'dank windowless rooms in variously dubious parts of central Dublin'. You can download tracks from their most recent EP, 'Dirty Blood Saved Our Town', on their website.


Website:

http://www.theultramontanes.com


The prison ship lies waiting in the bay. A badger told me. I told him about the panda, I don't know.




He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

A walk in the rain - Poetry. Ireland. Reading the news with no trousers.
Very Slight Stories - Very short stories.
Henry Seaward-Shannon - Slightly longer short-stories.






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