Project/Object & Zappanale Fever

Andre Cholmondeley of Project/Object dropped a note announcing the band’s mini August tour in Europe. The gigs are:

  • SAT 08: Prague, Czech Republic – Lucerna music bar
  • SUN 09: Eindhoven, Netherlands – Effenaar
  • TUE 11: Laredo, Spain – Polideportivo Municipal Emilio Amavisca
  • THU 13: Berlin, Germany – Dot club
  • FRI 14: Bad Doberan, Germany – Zappanale 20

Go see them if you can!

In other authentically unofficial news, Thomas of Zappanale just announced a surprise addition to this year’s line-up: Discus, an Indonesian band (would you believe!). He writes:

For all of yours who get out of bed early on sunday on August 16th, go and listen to DISCUS from Indonesia. We, or better say them, tried it for years to come over, now it’s gonna be true. Get out of bed and listen to kind of a metal, progrock, Indonesian ethno, zappaesk sound or whatever you want to call it.

And so it’ll be an early rise & shine for Sharl, Lucas and me on that day — because this year we are officially attending Zappanale! 🙂

16 Responses to “Project/Object & Zappanale Fever”

  1. SOFA - Philostopher/Chef says:

    But I thought you said that the pilgrimage was off in favor of 3 weeks in Buenos Aires?
    I’m confused – and glad that I am not your travel agent…

  2. Barry's Imaginary Publisher says:

    A quote from SOFA – Philostopher/Chef:

    But I thought you said that the pilgrimage was off in favor of 3 weeks in Buenos Aires?
    I’m confused – and glad that I am not your travel agent…

    Haha! Well what happened is, even though I’m officially out of vacation days for this year, my boss graciously granted me the two extra days I needed to get to both Zappanale and Buenos Aires. I’m lucky to have a very cool boss! 🙂

  3. Andrew says:

    Keep that big ol’ eye out for me, Mr Moonbug. Will be good to meet you at last.

  4. Barry's Imaginary Publisher says:

    A quote from Andrew:

    Keep that big ol’ eye out for me, Mr Moonbug. Will be good to meet you at last.

    Between you wearing your “Stop Gail” T-shirt, Sharl’s “I LOVE NAPPY!” banner, and my big ol’ eye, I reckon it won’t be a problem finding eachother on the festival grounds. Also, if you hear an infant yell “ba-ba-ba-BA-BAAA-BA-BAAAAAH”: that’s us. We’re looking forward to meeting you!

  5. Sharleena says:

    I think I’m gonna chain myself to Napoleon so that he stays this side of the pond forever!

  6. Bob says:

    she chained herself to a statue of an eagle
    in the lobby of powerco
    and started yellin’ through a megaphone
    “there’s corruption on the highest floor”

    suits poured out of elevators “they’re all dirty”
    phoneheads began to speak “you can’t trust anybody”
    but security couldn’t get her down
    she was welded to the eagle’s beak

    — Neil Young said that, something like that

  7. Sharleena says:

    I think I’m gonna chain myself to Robert Martin too…

  8. Sharleena says:

    …and Ike Willis…

  9. Sharleena says:

    …and Don Preston…

  10. Sharleena says:

    Bring me more chains, it’s for A Good Cause!!

  11. urbangraffito says:

    Go, Sharleena, Go!

  12. Senator Hawkins says:

    Fire and chains
    Fire and chains and fire and chains
    Fire and chains and fire and chains
    So, I’ll be looking from this Senator’s standpoint, not just to bring pressures but to try to see if there is some constitutional provisions to tax, or approach that can be used on the Congress to limit this outrageous filth.
    Maybe I could make a good rock star.
    Outrageous filth
    Outrageous filth
    Oh, outrageous filth down there
    Fire and chains
    Fire and chains
    Fire ‘n chains . . . it’s over there
    Fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and
    Fire and chains

  13. SOFA - Philostopher/Chef says:

    Now I usually don’t respond to chain letters…
    So I won’t.

  14. urbangraffito says:

    A quote from Sharleena:

    Bring me more chains, it’s for A Good Cause!!

    This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,
    Their very remains and belongings.
    A grey cloth patch
    Caught with four threads
    In the hollow wind of its stacks
    Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
    Lunging the cushioned thickets.
    Pumpkins span the hills
    With orange crayola patches.
    Green inflated trees
    Balloon up into marshmallow soot
    That walks away in forty circles,
    Caught in grey blisters
    With twinkling lights and green sashes
    Uuh
    Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
    That blister and break in agony
    In souls of rust
    They kill gold sawdust into dust.

    Bat chain puller,
    Puller puller.

  15. Bob says:

    Oh man, that’s so heavy…

  16. kromdar says:

    I likes me some Beefheart.
    Not Bat Chain Puller, though.

    Floppy Boot Stomp?
    That’s my jam.

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