November 17th : Tom Yoder Pheasant Creek Coffee 8-10pm
Peakway Market Square, Apex, NC FREE
November 28th – Lonnie Walker Pirate Underground Greenville, NC FREE
November 29th - Tom Yoder
The Third Place
1811 Glenwood Avenue in the Five Points area of Raleigh
FREE
December 19th -Trekky Records Holiday Party
Featuring Chris Wessels and Ben Field of Photos on File, In addition to performances by members of Annuals and Sedona
–Cats Cradle- Carrboro
January/February 2008 -
Photos on File Release EP
March/ish -
Annuals/ Sedona Split EP
Check back here soon for new updates and details on Terpsikhore shows in the month of December and beyond |
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Lonnie Walker shares his thoughts on...
His style of music:
It ranges from punk to old country. Eric is really into the blues,
so you hear a lot of that in his solos. I would say that it is a
hybrid of all of those different influences. We have been dubbed as
"Freak Folk", which is cool and makes sense.
His
biggest musical influences:
Talking Heads, Pixies, Hank Williams Sr., Johnny Cash, Gang of
Four, T-Rex, Tom Waits
The funniest thing he's seen lately:
I've really enjoyed awkward farts in public lately. For example,
while in the theatre during the Omen there was a really serious part
and the guy that was sitting next to me shuffled in his seat and I let
a goose slip. A woman in the front row said, "I KNOW HE DIDN'T!" It
was pretty funny in general, but the crowd reaction made the moment
special.

The origins of the name "Lonnie Walker":
My Dad used to call me Lonnie Walker. It was the name of one of
his old friends. His friend Lonnie was an artist, and as a kid i used
to draw alot.
Who he's listening to right now:
Lately I've been listening to the new Animal Collective, Spoon, a
band I found recently called Monotonics, Future Islands, Dan Deacon,
and Annuals.
What he couldn't live without:
Well, first of all my guitar and my camera, because with my songs
and photographs I'm able to capture dark, pessimistic events which
allow me to express myself creatively. But seriously, I probably also
can't live without Popsecret Butter Popcorn.
One of his favorite songs that he's written:
"Summer Time" is a song about an introspective experience I had
while gazing out of a sunroom in Greenville. My parents had been
expressing their thoughts about my plans for the future and their
concern was weighing heavily on me. I was conflicted because I
understood their worry, but at the same time I was confident that my
life was heading in a good direction. Seeing the types of summer time
activities that were making people content, like a girl eating a corn
dog while laying in the sun, made me realize that as long as I did
something that fulfilled my artistic needs I would be alright.
Listen to "Summer Time" here: (coming soon)
"Summer Time" lyrics:
It's a tired summer morning because the days are so long
layin' outside in the grass eating corn dogs in the sun
and as the cigarette ash lays in mountains on the earth
Spend all your money on gas just to go fast in reverse
as my mom told me, "Son, you better organize your life"
and as my dad told me, "Son, you better organize your life"
and as my sister told me, "Brother, I think that you're alright"
Thank you. I think I'm alright too
and I do the best I can with this head that I got
and it's a mighty fine nice head and it's got mighty fine nice thoughts
and if my brain had legs and it could walk around the block
then it would wear a pair of sunglasses and coppertone sunblock
and all the people would be jealous as they saw it walk with style
with it's spinal cord a-waggin' and it's neurons running wild
but there is no need for braggin' with all the words that it may speak
for there are no limbs attached to tell the ideas that it keeps
and I keep my head above my shoulders, that's the only place it stays
I keep my hair on my head til the day that that falls away
and I keep my pubic hair well trimmed
I keep my face very well shaved
my toe nails are never long 'cause I cut 'em every day
I walk with my back up to space and a smile on my face
well I loved a woman once
little miss name that's not unique
she was a fag hag and had a black bag where she carried her match sticks
she would strike them off my scruffy beard and the smoke would get so thick
that I would run away she would not stay she found another prick, that
little bitch
but I keep a place in my heart for all the friends of mine
even though we all get old and we get lost in time
you keep me high as mountains and I feel like a fatty tree
I hope I've helped you out as much as you have helped out me
When I keep my head above my shoulders, that's the only place it stays
I keep my hair on my head until the day that that falls away
and I keep my pubic hair well trimmed
I keep my face very well shaved
my toe nails are never long because I cut 'em every day
I walk with my back up to space and a smile on my face
these days.
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