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home is where you can't breathe.
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[16 Nov 2009|01:28pm] |
reminder...
i will play the album release show for "thaumatrope" this thursday at the Konzerthaus in vienna.
tickets are half price for people under 26. seayou label mate and generally awesome guy sir tralala will be playing as well.
come.
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[12 Nov 2009|01:11am] |
it's happening.
the new Paper Bird album can be pre-ordered. now.
official release date: november 24th.
if you order it from me directly instead of amazon etc,
and happen to be one of the first 50 people to order it,
you get a special thaumatrope package. the next 50
still get a little surprise.
there's also new merchandise. tote bags, for example. pretty ones. and buttons.
information, new website, etc...
official website
blogging about it
i need a vacation. so badly.
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[02 Nov 2009|05:19pm] |
new collection of paper bird buttons arrived and looks great.
robert rotifer will play one or two songs from the new album on fm4 heartbeat tonight.
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[21 Oct 2009|08:15pm] |
hooray for university squatters.
(i'm only a part-time squatter due to work and band rehearsals.)
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[19 Oct 2009|11:20pm] |
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last night me and some other people were sitting in a room with a small but very soft sofa and a big television. suddenly barack obama came in. he thought he was at a press thing and had brought a picture book for kids to read with them, but as he saw that there were no kids, just us twentysomething slackers, he shrugged and sat down on the sofa and watched some TV with us. i though: that's weird. i'm watching television with obama. how did this happen? after some time, he stood up again and went out with a couple of bodyguards. he was wearing a red satin jacket.
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[16 Oct 2009|10:21pm] |
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[11 Oct 2009|01:30am] |
you can now take approximately fourteen minutes of your time and invest them in listening to three songs from the new album on myspace. or not. i don't know.
it's been a long and exhausting journey, my head hurts, but this was so fucking important.
and it still is.
http://www.myspace.com/paperbird
a lie a lie (slow down), bone marrow pen, war strategies.
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[25 Sep 2009|09:21pm] |
michelangelo merisi da caravaggio, the crowning with thorns, ca. 1604
kunsthistorisches museum, vienna.
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[16 Sep 2009|12:47am] |
a late bird summer // paper ships under ex-monastary roofs and fully dressed in creeks.
photographs by klemens kohlweis.
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[02 Sep 2009|10:14pm] |
night, water.
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[25 Aug 2009|01:24pm] |
i dreamt that i was a surgeon, specialist for heart transplantations, but what i did was not transplanting hearts but just cut hearts out of peoples' bodies without replacing them.
one after the other, cutting arteries and veins and taking the slippery, bloody, soft thing out of the ribcage and putting it into this box for my collection.
the counterpart to the heart transplantation dream i once had, where i woke up feeling healed. last night's dream had a feeling of constant loss to it, a sadness that waking up doesn't destroy.
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[16 Aug 2009|11:19am] |
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okay, so either someone gives me 500 dollars or explains to me how i could make the swacket myself, but the awesomeness of this garment (and the obvious trickyness of its cut?) is making me nervous.
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[01 Aug 2009|10:59pm] |
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when i write and record music, it's like i am looking at a picture with my nose rubbing against the paper. i can never really get the whole picture. i can see the colors and i know what i want to draw on the five centimeters around my nose, but i can't get the right distance to know what exactly it's meant to be. with some songs, it's simple. there's a guitar and a voice and something else and it's all about the storytelling. but with those other songs, the ones that seem so mathematical to me when making them, the ones with the beats and the synthie sounds and weird noises, i have no clue where to put them, but maybe everybody else will immediately know how to categorize them. i haven't got the slightest idea, i am totally clueless about this thaumatrope, but maybe that's good. or not.
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[16 Jul 2009|11:26am] |
a meme. i tag you all.
* Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
* No captions. It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
* They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
* You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
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[03 Jul 2009|02:03pm] |
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