Vampires at the Gates of Hell
It might be an overstatement to call the next Tullycraft album "much anticipated." Nevertheless, after working on new songs for what seems like forever, we are finally beginning the recording process. Next week we are going into the studio to start the initial tracking for what will be our next album. This is just the beginning of the process, and we tend to work a bit slow..... so stay tuned for updates.
posted by Sean at 2:21 PM
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This is no overstatement....is that the working album title?
No working title as of yet. Just a semi-disjointed of batch of new songs. We're still waiting for a title that seems to make sense of it all.
Will that be the cover photo?
i can't wait for the new tullycraft album!
I and I vote the title should be
"Mad Scientist meets King Tully inna Dub Style"
it's gonna be crucial!
your obsessive re-synthesizing of indiepop is the absolute best! i can not wait to hear what you do next!
Are Tullycraft going to be at the Trucks show tonight? I want to go but am sketchy about not knowing anyone. I'm relatively new in Seattle and from what I've seen and heard, it's real clique-y. Thanks.
Lorraine, don't waste your time on these upstarts. Check out MECCA NORMAL. Jean Smith and David Lester are the best and bravest artists in the Northwest, Old School and marching on.
Their most recent single lyrics:
Attraction is Ephemeral
"I'm intrigued by you," he says. "You're beautiful. Beautiful."
"Thank-you," I say, wondering if this is just another line. Just another game. Wondering how much recent deception informs my reaction. We connected right from the start. You can't make this happen. You can't make this happen. Can you? Someone wouldn't be able to make this happen. It gets chilly. We step inside. I make more tea, plain tea. Cheap tea. He says, "I love a woman who adorns herself with jewelry. I like a woman who has lots of variation in her wardrobe. I love good shoes on a woman and beautiful lingerie." He suggests I visit a website of Austrian designed underwear. "It's expensive, but it's beautiful, it's beautiful," he says.
I stand there by the stove, in my slutty outfit, the total of which probably cost me $15, including my $1 panties and my Value Village bra.
"What do you wear during the day, when you're working here alone?" he asks.
"Old levis cords, a t-shirt, paint splattered hush puppies with holes in the soles." I guess I could have said, "Prada, darling."
Adornment. He's an architect of many things. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage. In bed he tires to put the condom on. He curses. I try to see what he's doing, but I'm pinned under him. I hear him stretching the condom like he's making a balloon animal. He gives up and I lie there under him. Two hundred and thirty pounds. He says, "Am I crushing you?"
"Sort of," I say. He gets off of me. In his deep, sexy voice he says, "I want to please you."
"You do please me," I say, as one does.
"I mean really please you," he says.
"OK," I say, and then we both laugh, me 'til I cry.
He says, "We have time. Don't warn me. Don't warn me. Don't warn me about yourself."
"OK," I say.
Does that include not telling him that I'm too cheap to take the bus so I walk twenty minutes to get to the store and that I carry my groceries home in my packsack -- which is fine with me -- and I don't buy crackers and cheese and pickles and cookies because they are too expensive. I know the prices on almost everything in the little shops -- if oranges are 59 cents a pound here and the same ones 49 cents a pound across the street. I will cross the street to save whatever it is on my 2 oranges -- and brag about.
He says, "We have time. He's going to bring his grand piano out of storage.
We have time and you're beautiful and you're intriguing." And I say, "Thank you." Wondering if this is just another really long line, another really long and complicated line. He's the architect of another really long line. Another really long line.
"Mecca Normal suffered for their art. Now it's your turn."
I don't know about this Mecca Normal stuff, but I do know that Tullycraft are just magnificent!
You guys rock my entire universe and I'm sure you're new record will do the same.
Just don't let Chris touch any of those knobs. I don't like the look on his face.
I can't wait for this!!!!!!!
Chris and Knobs are a dangerous combination...or a naughty one!
This is before Chris knew what a real ass dasher Jack Endino is.
Endino the purple dinosaur
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