I thought that since Alex decided to share one of his favourite things about our band, I would add to it. Here is probably the best video I have EVER seen - put to our music. My heart truly melted the first time I saw this and until today I had completely forgotten it existed. Oh Bless. Whoever you are - beautiful! CATS CATS CATS!!!

Hello all,

Here’s a great picture I just found.

Yes. It is Daniel Johns. With “Come Early for Dappled Cities” written on his arm. Isn’t that lovely?

Let me tell you, that tour was one of the most enjoyable I have ever been on. We had an absolute ball. We got drunk in Melbourne, got scared in Fremantle, had some laughs in Brisbane, drank Moet in Sydney and went to Adelaide. They were lovely guys (I assume they still are). We were on our best behaviour. No one got stabbed. Good tour.

But to the point of this blog. On this Silverchair tour we received one of our nicest, most well written pieces of fan mail ever! It was from a lovely young man named Alex from Maitland. His Myspace profile name is Freddy. I assume he takes this from a mix of “Freddy” Fittler (maybe he considers himself a future Cronulla Sharks player), “Freddy” Krueger (a potential sperm donor that created him) and Freddy (a sick dog that was just put down at the RSPCA).

Anyway, here it is:

“you guys really don’t deserve to be supporting silverchair. your music is boring, unimaginitive, and lacking creativity. with so many decent bands out there i am very very surprised that you got the support slot. even my mum doesn’t like your music and she’s really into wuss rock. so yeah. best of luck on the tour. try not to bore the silverchair fans too much before they come out. once again i don’t believe you don’t deserve it.”

So, like a love letter from God himself, there it is. My personal favourite aspects of it are the lack of capital letters, his reference to his mum and her love of “wuss rock” and his final sentance in which he ensures we understand that he believes we do not deserve the support slot. This final sentance was vital to me, because up until then I couldn’t quite comprehend where he was coming from.

When I first got this message I was really annoyed. You know how it is, all those years of touring and working crappy jobs and being away from your loved ones. And then some guy sends you that. But these days, I just think it’s funny.

Ahhhhhh, the internet. Allowing you to abuse people from the comfort of your own home. Anyway, i’m off to abuse Lady Ga Ga for getting the Pussycat Dolls support. I don’t think she deserved it. So yeah, i’m going to tell her. Or maybe I won’t because I saw her on Rove and it was so funny and that Rove, he’s a crack up.

Hey there “people”

You wouldn’t believe it but Dappled Cities are curating an art show. Kind of. It’s pretty secret so we can’t say much.

But here is a flyer and some info. Get involved.

Zounds ART Flyer

For those of you who didn’t manage to find a radio this Tuesday, Tim was sitting in on  Dools’ show on Triple J, to play our first single from the upcoming album ZOUNDS.   Though he may have offended our good friends in Towradgi (a lovely little town north of Wollongong) he did manage to come away with something great!…  Our new clip for The Price!  Here’s an excerpt…

(…and look out for those amazing visual effects)

allan.

H: ey A- ll,

I never thought I’d see the day but finally my talents as a writer of fiction have been realised. I am set to perform at Sydney’s premier WRITER’S FESTIVAL!!!!!!!

Erotic eh…

It may seem strange to hear these words associated with Dappled. But if you make your way to the event below, you’ll find out just how erotic we really are. These aren’t actually erotic readings. More like fun strange fantasies from the likes of Lally Katz , Triple J’s Marieke Hardy and me, Tim Derricourt; writer extraodinaire:

Careful. Pflyer!

Dandelions.

Hey blog folk. Welcome to the new week. And what a week it will be! Firstly:

•    We have a new Single coming to your radio.

•    It’s called “The Price” and it’s from our forthcoming record “Zounds”

•    The world premier of the single will be on Triple J radio, 105.7FM at 4:30pm on Tuesday the 12th of May. That’s this week. Or if you are reading this as an archive, that was international “dappled cities release a new single” week.

•    It’s a mega banger of a song.

•    Ned has been finally outed as an amazing actor.

Yes Ned Cooke, keyboardist and sampler man of Dappled Cities, children’s clothing model, and now actor. Whilst on the internet recently, looking to buy some tubing, I found this: yes Ned! Crazy!:

So, yes I hope you listen in and enjoy the new song. Then you know, request it, Listen out for it, give it to one friend completely legally as a present.

As this is officially International Dappled Release a New Single week, I would like to spend a little time informing you of how to prepare for your next seven days:

Day 1: Eat well.  I generally like to have my meals prepared by Heston Blumenthal.   Here’s one that I taught him: avocado porridge, dredged in Goose fat, tied in a treated pig skin sack, roasted for 14 hours on a Western Australian hickory smoke BBQ and softly flavoured with a whiff of twin salmon eggs retrieved from the jaws of a diabetes-free tiger cub, accidentally raised by wolves in a small village off the coast of Ireland.

Day 2: Listen to triple J all day and call up their switchboard every … hmmmm … 30 seconds asking whether they have played the new Dappled track. Called The Price. But be careful to use a different accent each time. I tried this with Gary Busey once and he saw right through me. He killed my dog and then bit my butler. And I had to give him three days sick leave and pay him overtime. Careful.

Day 3 – 6: Wish that is was still day 2 and the excitement was mounting still at hearing some new stuff on the radio. Keep iced water close, and watch Working Girl.

Day 7: Employ a butler, like the members of Dappled Cities all have.

Day 8: Make a true life mirage. Day 8 doesn’t even exist in a week you crazy people, so why would making a mirage be that hard? I’d suggest starting with a hot ashphalt surface. Then take it from there.

In other news: whothehellarethey?

Kind Regards
Graham (Tim’s Butler)

Dappled Cities are having a “Social Week”, all this week.  In much the same vein as I Love You, Man, us five lads are getting together and for recreational activities, trust excersises and group fist pumping.

It started on Sunday when everyone, and more, came over to my super-cool inner-city chic-pad to watch The Logies and shriek at Natalie Bathingswaite.  None of us had ever fully experienced the 4-hour-long smorgasbord of frockery, ashamedly so since we somehow exist in that same entertainment industry… And so we gave it all we had: Alex brought homemade pizza dough, Tim brought a fine bottle of Aussie Brutt, Allan brought his scooter, and Ned brought his premeditated degradation of Gretel Killeen.  And squished there amongst our fine friends, we witnessed the highs and the lows and even the devil himself, or herself.  We’re not tabloid feeders, so rather than dwelling on the worst of it, here’s a clip of one of the funny moments, thanks to Shaun MiCallef:

(However, the clip also includes a snippet of the woeful girls’ bathroom scene.)

Our next appointment in Social Week is scheduled for tomorrow, when the five of us will “tee up” for a game of “nine hole”.  Why is that interesting?  I suppose it isn’t, particularly since we found out (the hard way) that the only one of us who’s any good at golf is Allan’s brother.  Neither is it really that interesting that our round of band-golf will be followed by a lovely band-luncheon at a sunny café in Paddington.  No girls allowed.

But now feel satisfied that this is all preamble to the following.  Social Week will be reach full throttle on this Thursday night when we play a little gig at The Loft UTS aka 11 Broadway in Ultimo, from 6pm.  Unplugged.  Yep.  The five of us, starry eyed, flowing locks, playing the steel-string, ivory and djembe, and nodding along in down-beat tempo, whilst riding segues.  And with 2SER Radio at the helm of the event, we turn the corner into “Socialism Week”.  Ha ha ha.  How anaesthetizing life can be.  That crazy hippy Laura Imbruglia and the HR manager of rock’n’roll Jack Ladder are playing too.  Below is a picture about it.

Gods of dappled are forcing me with lightening to mention these other notable advancements in our career: THE PRICE is the name of our new single, and Tim’s taking it into JJJ for it’s debut airing next Monday.  ZOUNDS is the name of our new record that’s coming round the mountain.  And DAPPLEDCITIES.COM has had a facelift, and now houses more paraphernalia than Jessica Mauboy’s pants.