Tour Poster – MWP & Tiare Sando Dates

Full tour dates are :- The Sando, Newtown – 2nd Feb, 9th Feb and 16th Feb Black Bear Lodge, Brisbane – 22nd Feb The Toff On The Town, Melbourne – 7th March    

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Full tour dates are :-

The Sando, Newtown – 2nd Feb, 9th Feb and 16th Feb
Black Bear Lodge, Brisbane – 22nd Feb
The Toff On The Town, Melbourne – 7th March
 

 

hot night

the drums oh the drums the heat everywhere around you surrounding you admiring you i am a dreamer a drifter here today gone tomorrow i work in a sideshow i am a clown in a tragedy i sell sea shells by the sea shore this hot night of all nights catches me out i am oppressed and burnt the darkness offers no cool my feet heat up my heart drowses in its stolid chambers my brain sluggish in its stew of memories my dream of sanctuary…..  

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slightly underwater

the drums oh the drums

the heat

everywhere around you

surrounding you admiring you

i am a dreamer a drifter

here today gone tomorrow

i work in a sideshow

i am a clown in a tragedy

i sell sea shells by the sea shore

this hot night of all nights

catches me out i am oppressed and burnt

the darkness offers no cool

my feet heat up

my heart drowses in its stolid chambers

my brain sluggish in its stew of memories

my dream of sanctuary…..

 

who let the humans out?

the voice of god is almost silent drowned out by thunder the chatter of women the brute guffaw of man the groaning beasts pounding of the surf life thirsty for flesh pulls on a suit of bones fell angel green alligator archer fish little tiger all move within existence and its ellipses heir to these pre-existing conditions yet somehow every creatures mask hides a tiny unique aspect of the one the one who can be barely glimpsed the one who is everywhere but nowhere to be found genius god idiot god god of everything as everything is in god you cannot put him in a book he will not be contained within a myth he will not be killed upon a cross he doesn’t favour one crowd over another why do i call him he? god is not male god is not jealous god is not remorseful or ever angry my god is an artist spreading himself over galaxies he shows himself in everything its more obvious than obvious maybe why we don’t see it god sings up the worlds they flow from his pores god never toils god never rests his language is simple like the wind in the fields his language complex like the fragile multiverse in immanence time beyond time folded in on itself a layer of dreams and illusions the dance of maya shrouds us in mystery we struggle and thrash against unseen foes we imagine the worst in defeat and in triumph we’ve gone so far off the track but which track was that..? what am i saying exactly i’d like to know… i’d like to know who puts all these words in my head i’d like to know who guides my hand on my axe i’d like to know who my children used to […]

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fable

the voice of god is almost silent

drowned out by thunder

the chatter of women

the brute guffaw of man

the groaning beasts

pounding of the surf

life thirsty for flesh

pulls on a suit of bones

fell angel

green alligator

archer fish

little tiger

all move within existence and its ellipses

heir to these pre-existing conditions

yet somehow

every creatures mask hides a tiny unique aspect of the one

the one who can be barely glimpsed

the one who is everywhere but nowhere to be found

genius god idiot god

god of everything as everything is in god

you cannot put him in a book

he will not be contained within a myth

he will not be killed upon a cross

he doesn’t favour one crowd over another

why do i call him he?

god is not male

god is not jealous

god is not remorseful or ever angry

my god is an artist spreading himself over galaxies

he shows himself in everything

its more obvious than obvious maybe why we don’t see it

god sings up the worlds

they flow from his pores

god never toils god never rests

his language is simple like the wind in the fields

his language complex like the fragile multiverse in immanence

time beyond time folded in on itself

a layer of dreams and illusions

the dance of maya shrouds us in mystery

we struggle and thrash against unseen foes

we imagine the worst in defeat and in triumph

we’ve gone so far off the track but which track was that..?

what am i saying exactly i’d like to know…

i’d like to know who puts all these words in my head

i’d like to know who guides my hand on my axe

i’d like to know who my children used to be

before they were rolled back into this world

reincarnation i take it for granted

we have all lived before we will all live again

we die and we die but what does it mean?

i’m only a poet i really don’t know

i only know how to make the words rhyme

i ask all the same questions all of the time

love is the answer i hear someone say

so profound to be meaningless

what should one love?

love a god you never can see?

whose voice is so nearly silent in your roaring heart

who people blame for all stupid things

dont blame the bloodthirsty popes on god

the ones who cut off peoples noses for jesus christs sake

dont blame god for the crusades and jihads

he must laugh his socks off at conceits such as these….

do you think that god smiles as he looks upon earth

and sees the slaughter of the dumb beasts

dumb in that they can’t plead for their lives in spanish or english

or in japanese or hebrew or arabic or french

blood on our hands

knee deep in filth

we hammer out the brains of gentle cows and lambs

we invent new ways to electrocute chickens (oh how fucking noble?)

we clog up rivers with clotted gore and guts

we breed misery and anguish in pens and cages

just to bring people meat

i wonder if god thinks that thats kosher?

i wonder if god thinks thats mercy in action…?

i wonder if it says in some bible its ok….?

i wonder if some tosser in 400 BC

had some religious rationale for the killing of beasts…?

i really must smile at the ridiculous notion

that a god who created this unimaginable creation

so perfectly strange

as if this same god

this titan of craftsmen

this nebulous spirit that works in vivid matter

would see this or that tribe stumbling about in some land or other

and give them carte blanche to do whatever they liked….?

how convenient is that?

but what about everybody else….?

oh baby no one gotta mortgage on god

no bishop dressed up in foolish buffoonery

fresh from the wine and fine food

covering up dirty secrets that keep leaking out

you really think

that the one god is trusting his secrets to turkeys like this?

or to terrorists or klans or idiots a’knocking on yer door

trying to sell you some preposterous story about boney moroni

phoney baloney

do you really think thats how things go down?

do you really think we have the capacity to understand even the smallest bit of this

all meat is murder

all bombs are terrorist

all wars are sordid butchery of our finest young men

you really can’t trust the people in power

most are the worst the very worst you could find

we see that over and over again in history don’t we…?

its a shame history isn’t one long uneventful boring old yarn

where nothing nasty ever happened no glorious wars

no one invaded none put to the sword

no firing squads no napalm no spears

no stukas no lockheed starfighters

no missiles pointed out into space

no hannibal no napoleon no caligula no bush

no mao tse tung no kaiser bill

no richard the lion heart

and none of the rest

what do they ever do but get us killed?

i preach take it easy

i preach let it go

i preach don’t drink vodka cause it will ruin you so

i preach get SKP so i can make some more dough

i preach because who will if i don’t….?

will anybody?

NO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

galaxy shoes says aurora man i’d love to get me some of them galaxy shoes galaxy shoes says scarlet  emphatically from behind galaxy shoes says a chorus of voices oh yeah those galaxy shoes behind the wheel i’m driving my hard bargain we travel over brook and stream we see an eel under an old tree we traverse sydney day after australia day summer after summer suntan on suntan evenings beheld in deepest delight the quickening trees withhold a rustle ‘pon approach the warmest nights down by the shore the translucent sea becomes thee i command this night to bring forth its fruit some strange bloke n his bit of fluff some shop we wander into emerging clutching parcels years later well we skid along under these neon beach lights where the parking police have been trained in some remote desert camp their hard hearts do not break so easily but never mind it is tomorrow bondi will awake the surfers are having hot showers and feeling the extreme endorphin hit the restaurants fling open their doors we have pizza joints n ice cream parlours we characters in a background patina of humanity good guys turning into bad guys bad guys getting worse until sudden sainthoods conferred by accident in some kings cross bar the market in darkness in the square the trinkets and hats and bikinis and silver woman with dreadlocks has been here forever do yoga down by the shore while scarlet plays in the sand and rocks dad whats under the sand …? she asks then before i can answer more sea i suppose…. she says dreamily we walk back up the hill to the parade with imported mexican palms i hope the old spirit don’t get lost boy i’d love some of them galaxy shoes   […]

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spectral gate

galaxy shoes says aurora

man i’d love to get me some of them galaxy shoes

galaxy shoes says scarlet  emphatically from behind

galaxy shoes says a chorus of voices

oh yeah those galaxy shoes

behind the wheel i’m driving my hard bargain

we travel over brook and stream

we see an eel under an old tree

we traverse sydney

day after australia day

summer after summer

suntan on suntan

evenings beheld in deepest delight

the quickening trees withhold a rustle ‘pon approach

the warmest nights down by the shore

the translucent sea becomes thee

i command this night to bring forth its fruit

some strange bloke n his bit of fluff

some shop we wander into

emerging clutching parcels years later

well we skid along under these neon beach lights

where the parking police have been trained in some remote desert camp

their hard hearts do not break so easily

but never mind it is tomorrow bondi will awake

the surfers are having hot showers and feeling the extreme endorphin hit

the restaurants fling open their doors

we have pizza joints n ice cream parlours

we characters in a background

patina of humanity

good guys turning into bad guys

bad guys getting worse

until sudden sainthoods conferred by accident in some kings cross bar

the market in darkness in the square

the trinkets and hats and bikinis and silver

woman with dreadlocks has been here forever

do yoga down by the shore while scarlet plays in the sand and rocks

dad whats under the sand …? she asks

then before i can answer

more sea i suppose…. she says dreamily

we walk back up the hill to the parade with imported mexican palms

i hope the old spirit don’t get lost

boy

i’d love some of them galaxy shoes

 

 

 

Twilight at Taronga today!

The weather’s looking great for today’s Zoo concert. Tickets are available from the venue gate from 3pm so come along and enjoy the surroundings. The concert kicks off at 7pm with a 1/2 hour acoustic support by Simon Shapiro. Ticket Enquiry phone number is 1800 675 875. Zoo website for Twilight concert information is http://www.twilightattaronga.com.au/enquiries.php  

The weather’s looking great for today’s Zoo concert. Tickets are available from the venue gate from 3pm so come along and enjoy the surroundings. The concert kicks off at 7pm with a 1/2 hour acoustic support by Simon Shapiro.

Ticket Enquiry phone number is 1800 675 875.

Zoo website for Twilight concert information is http://www.twilightattaronga.com.au/enquiries.php

 

sk australia day address

the lucky country. i love australia i am not an australian i am an englishman but i love it here i am aware of this countrys ugly beginnings we all struggle to redress the imbalance we struggle with our white collective guilty conscience our english ancestors (and the spanish and french etc) sailed round this world with their alcohol, christianity and their syphilis and their cannons and they took every place they came across that was the way things were done yet we were no less harsh to ourselves look at the first fleet full of miserable convicts it was the way things were done back then we cannot alter it the native australians needs and desires must be acknowledged our australia day is their invasion day…it is so very true… my dear friend kev carmody has told me of the horrors perpetrated on his family when his mother tried to hide him and his brother from the authorities who came to take them away at the end of the holidays each year. can you believe that they took kids away from their mums to reculturalise them? on the album we did together is a photo of kev bleeding and battered after 3 racists broke into his home…just to mistreat him…”they never even stole anything” said the bewildered man…and then later the warm mushy glow of seeing australias finest and most famous white singers interpreting this modest gentlemans songs….we need reconciliation…whatever that is..i dunno exactly…but i sure as hell want it….! meanwhile the others are here to stay …the second lot of australians …and the third and fourth lot…..and most of us are kinda nice people….yeah laconic slightly lazy you might say in the rest of the world we dont take things TOO seriously we like to just relax the […]

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good onya mate

the lucky country.
i love australia
i am not an australian i am an englishman
but i love it here
i am aware of this countrys ugly beginnings
we all struggle to redress the imbalance
we struggle with our white collective guilty conscience
our english ancestors (and the spanish and french etc)
sailed round this world with their alcohol, christianity and their syphilis and their cannons and they took every place they came across
that was the way things were done
yet we were no less harsh to ourselves
look at the first fleet full of miserable convicts
it was the way things were done back then
we cannot alter it
the native australians needs and desires must be acknowledged
our australia day is their invasion day…it is so very true…
my dear friend kev carmody has told me of the horrors perpetrated on his family when his mother tried to hide him and his brother from the authorities who came to take them away at the end of the holidays each year. can you believe that they took kids away from their mums to reculturalise them? on the album we did together is a photo of kev bleeding and battered after 3 racists broke into his home…just to mistreat him…”they never even stole anything” said the bewildered man…and then later the warm mushy glow of seeing australias finest and most famous white singers interpreting this modest gentlemans songs….we need reconciliation…whatever that is..i dunno exactly…but i sure as hell want it….!
meanwhile the others are here to stay …the second lot of australians …and the third and fourth lot…..and most of us are kinda nice people….yeah laconic slightly lazy you might say in the rest of the world
we dont take things TOO seriously
we like to just relax
the weathers nice especially in sydney
melbourne is a groovy city
brisbane is all grown up and very savvy
perth and freo are gorgeous
the coastline is astounding
the interior is mysterious…its not for everyone
i need the sea so i have to stay here
i feel trapped away from the sea
i will pay the high rents to be beside it
without the sea i might as well die
our life in australia is mostly pleasant
our 2 political parties arent really that much different
everything here is less extreme
i pity the americans and their gun laws
whatever the constitution says
they didnt have fucking automatic machine guns back then
if people are dying its a bad and stupid thing
there arent so many guns here
things are more easy going
i have dealt with all kindsa policemen n customs men all round the world
i have found the australians to be more human as far as possible
more realistic more trying to sort it out
more tolerant
the schools are good too
at least my 3 kids here have been loving their school
everything feels relatively sane
i use the word relatively and i emphasise that
relatively sane
we are not quite so impressed with stuff just because someone in hollywood or paris or london says so
we make up our own minds
new zealanders are like that too only in spades…
i love australia but there is no dumb patriotism involved in my love
i have lived all over the place but i always will come back
bondi beach is bloody amazing
i am a lucky cat to live here
you can be whoever you like and nobody gives a damn
you can be hugh jackman or a nutty ninny
you can be keanu reeves or a geezer selling sunglasses
no one here gonna make a fuss
we got brazilians we got italians
we got russians n south africans
we got jewish we got moslem we got christian
we got sun worshippers and yoga freaks
we got families we got visitors
we gotta million swedes passing thru who will never stay
because sweden has its own sanity
but its not our easy going “she’ll be right, mate…”
i like australian culture
i like our actors our films our music our art
i like our lesser fixation on celebrity unlike some of our anglo brothers.
australia canada new zealand united states and the british isles are in perpetual brotherhood as springing from the same place and all retain a deep sense of kinship within these countries. the griefs of the other countries in this anglo kind of unspoken union weigh heavier upon us and so too do each others triumphs make us lighter
i could never foresee a time ultimately when these countries would ever forsake each other. i acknowledge the great things each country brings forth …and i shudder when they get it wrong…..
the beautiful countries of europe i love them too
especially italy which has delivered so much beauty and cruelty to this world too
and spain for its strengths and austerities
germany for its all its precision and its beautiful countryside
anyway even considering everything
australia is just a very easy place to live
we should be appreciative here
let us be involved in no more wars tho except of direst necessity
let us evolve in our attitudes towards all living creatures
let us lead the way in vegetarian and vegan eating
america will be conquered by fast food not an enemy
thats whats killing them over there
not lil kim jong or any persians its KFC and macdonalds
australia is facing the same fate
people eschew fast food!
people exercise people do yoga
people make music people make art
be nice to each other ….just how youd want it yerself
me…?
i am a grateful old pommy bastard
grateful my mum n dad migrated here
grateful for an easy going australian way of life
grateful for having had a good run here
grateful for the breaks i got etc etc ad tedium
therefore i wish you a happy australian day you gooseballs everywhere
we should be happy
we should be thankful
we should be nice to each other
there are much worse places to be my friends
sk bondi beach aust fucking day 2012

 

warm grey day

i wake one day and bondi is deserted the people have all gone home a hammock swings empty in the greenery the ferns and cactuses the colourful pots and vases the paved courtyards are silent oh the gentle rain enriching soothing calming the pool is warm i plunge into the salty brew the bottom of the pool is lined with seaweed and waves crash over the side slapping me about today a rare energy fills me i kick through the dim warm green water the waves come down and i escape  by diving under the blessed quiet underwater the healing power of this immense ocean the holiness of the pure and simple things in the sauna an old ukrainian guy tells me about his sauna hat instead of listening i drift away on his marvellous accent the melody of his speech suggests kiev and great forests coming home i encounter hardly anyone some good news i am moving into a nice  apartment soon i will have a wonderful view up in the trees this will inspire me to pour forth more creation isms i have never lived anywhere as nice as this before in some ways i am inspired to create some things that will be good i am solving art conundrums by the easel load i am sorting out music like it was my first language i am understanding music on more levels more deeply it is coming to me so easily after this long apprenticeship a brief period as a master craftsman saraswati favours me for the while all art is from god all art ultimately should be dedicated to god it should contain or touch upon god or even upon his perceived absence god is afoot god is a mile god is a warm grey day the […]

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opportunity nocked

i wake one day and bondi is deserted

the people have all gone home

a hammock swings empty in the greenery

the ferns and cactuses

the colourful pots and vases

the paved courtyards are silent

oh the gentle rain

enriching soothing calming

the pool is warm

i plunge into the salty brew

the bottom of the pool is lined with seaweed

and waves crash over the side slapping me about

today a rare energy fills me

i kick through the dim warm green water

the waves come down and i escape  by diving under

the blessed quiet underwater

the healing power of this immense ocean

the holiness of the pure and simple things

in the sauna an old ukrainian guy tells me about his sauna hat

instead of listening i drift away on his marvellous accent

the melody of his speech suggests kiev and great forests

coming home i encounter hardly anyone

some good news i am moving into a nice  apartment soon

i will have a wonderful view up in the trees

this will inspire me to pour forth more creation isms

i have never lived anywhere as nice as this before in some ways

i am inspired to create some things that will be good

i am solving art conundrums by the easel load

i am sorting out music like it was my first language

i am understanding music on more levels more deeply

it is coming to me so easily

after this long apprenticeship a brief period as a master craftsman

saraswati favours me for the while

all art is from god

all art ultimately should be dedicated to god

it should contain or touch upon god

or even upon his perceived absence

god is afoot god is a mile

god is a warm grey day

the kind of god and day i like

i think i am content and happy just at this moment

the cool summer seabreeze the constant drizzle

the trees drip drip drip

i am detached and pleasantly so

warm grey day turns into cool black night

i look at a picture of kate mitchell and me that sits on my desk

i send my prayers to craig and the girls

i hope they are doing ok

i wish she was out there tonight

this world can be a real hell quite often

bad things happen

mission calls it a clusterfuck

i am grateful for this moments respite

a brief pocket of time in equilibrium

it is truly appreciated

 

 

 

 

 

sam famine

sam famine here i am a private dick a ladies man i swear on these spheres that spin in space i swear by the truth in every liar never the shot without the fire who let the lamb in…? not sam famine deals a’poppin’ in his car wonder how he got that scar wonder how he got this far yeah sam famine

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morocco 1910

sam famine here i am

a private dick

a ladies man

i swear on these spheres that spin in space

i swear by the truth in every liar

never the shot without the fire

who let the lamb in…?

not sam famine

deals a’poppin’ in his car

wonder how he got that scar

wonder how he got this far

yeah

sam famine

Merchandise Specials – ends 28th Jan

Purchase any two of these three reissued and remastered albums (Gold Afternoon Fix/Starfish/Priest=Aura) and receive a free copy of our special 8 page full colour program from the Future Past Perfect tour, available while stocks last! Purchase any one of the three albums above (plus one or more of the t-shirts listed below) and receive a 10% discount off the price of the t-shirt’s you select: 30th Anniversary Future Past Perfect Tour (limited edition) Priest=Aura Starfish Untitled #23

Purchase any two of these three reissued and remastered albums (Gold Afternoon Fix/Starfish/Priest=Aura) and receive a free copy of our special 8 page full colour program from the Future Past Perfect tour, available while stocks last!

Purchase any one of the three albums above (plus one or more of the t-shirts listed below) and receive a 10% discount off the price of the t-shirt’s you select:

  • 30th Anniversary
  • Future Past Perfect Tour (limited edition)
  • Priest=Aura
  • Starfish
  • Untitled #23

Marty Willson-Piper and Tiare Helberg Australian Tour Dates

IN DEEP MUSIC ARCHIVE PRESENTS “Decayed” 2009 – 1984 Marty Willson-Piper and Tiare Helberg A reverse F. Scott Fitzgerald type journey from fifty three year old man to a child in his twenties, Marty Willson-Piper’s “Decayed” is a journey through the immortality of music. Performing songs from each of his solo albums and associated projects in reverse over three Thursdays on the 2nd/9th/16th in February at The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, upstairs in the cozy small room – candles and incense optional. This intimate setting presented by the In Deep Music Archive also showcases Tiare’s debut shows playing songs from her two evocative EP’s The Inconsolable Isolation Of Intimacy and Black Unicorn. Conjurers of darkness in Tiare’s band are Producer/Musican David Skeet, multi-instrumentalist Craig Wilson and MWP. Three Thursdays, three completely different sets from three decades. Melbourne city at The Toff On The Town Wednesday 7th March and Brisbane at Black Bear Lodge (the old Troubadour) in the Fortitude Valley on Wednesday 22nd February will be an abridged version of the Sydney sets. Also this is an opportunity for anyone that wishes to donate any records, CD’s or music new or old in any format including books, magazines and battered tubas to The In Deep Music Archive to do so at the shows. Go here for more info: http://www.facebook.com/pages/In-Deep-Music-Archive/156942547687842 Where: The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 2nd February The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 9th February The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 16th February Black Bear Lodge,  Fortitude Vally, Brisbane – Wednesday 22nd February The Toff On The Town, City, Melbourne – Wednesday 7th March Songs From: In Reflection Art Attack Rhyme Spirit Level Hanging Out In Heaven Nightjar Also selected songs from Seeing Stars and Noctorum albums, Spark’s Lane and Offer The Light. Tiare performing songs from her two […]

Marty Willson-Piper and Tiare Helberg

IN DEEP MUSIC ARCHIVE PRESENTS

“Decayed” 2009 – 1984

Marty Willson-Piper and Tiare Helberg

A reverse F. Scott Fitzgerald type journey from fifty three year old man to a child in his twenties, Marty Willson-Piper’s “Decayed” is a journey through the immortality of music.

Performing songs from each of his solo albums and associated projects in reverse over three Thursdays on the 2nd/9th/16th in February at The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, upstairs in the cozy small room – candles and incense optional.

This intimate setting presented by the In Deep Music Archive also showcases Tiare’s debut shows playing songs from her two evocative EP’s The Inconsolable Isolation Of Intimacy and Black Unicorn. Conjurers of darkness in Tiare’s band are Producer/Musican David Skeet, multi-instrumentalist Craig Wilson and MWP.

Three Thursdays, three completely different sets from three decades.
Melbourne city at The Toff On The Town Wednesday 7th March and Brisbane at Black Bear Lodge (the old Troubadour) in the Fortitude Valley on Wednesday 22nd February will be an abridged version of the Sydney sets.

Also this is an opportunity for anyone that wishes to donate any records, CD’s or music new or old in any format including books, magazines and battered tubas to The In Deep Music Archive to do so at the shows. Go here for more info: http://www.facebook.com/pages/In-Deep-Music-Archive/156942547687842

Where:
The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 2nd February
The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 9th February
The Sandringham Hotel, Newtown, Sydney – Thursday 16th February
Black Bear Lodge,  Fortitude Vally, Brisbane – Wednesday 22nd February
The Toff On The Town, City, Melbourne – Wednesday 7th March

Songs From:
In Reflection
Art Attack
Rhyme
Spirit Level
Hanging Out In Heaven
Nightjar

Also selected songs from Seeing Stars and Noctorum albums, Spark’s Lane and Offer The Light.

Tiare performing songs from her two EP’s:
The Inconsolable Isolation Of Intimacy and Black Unicorn

The new Noctorum album Honey Mink Forever,and Tiare’s EPs available at shows.
Also available online at http://merch.thechurchband.net/side-projects/
and in these two great record stores:
Melbourne at Greville
Records:
http://www.facebook.com/groups/grevillerecords/
Sydney at Red Eye Records:
http://www.redeye.com.au

Ticket price $20 approx.

Tickets for The Sando will soon be available from the bar prior to the show as well as on Moshtix
Tickets for Black Bear Lodge will be available from OzTix
Tickets for The Toff On The Town will be available from the venue or Moshtix
* Please check with venues or ticketing outlet websites for further news on availability or the church band calendar