Showing posts with label Gig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gig. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 July 2012

iFIL™ Launch Party 2012

For the release of our most recent album INTERNET FREEDOM IS LOVE we created a social network called iFIL™.
iFIL™ made the news (see HERE) and we created a series of videos to promote the greatest innovation in social media. You can view the videos HERE, HERE and HERE.

We launched iFIL™ and the album with a party at iFIL™ Towers in Wellington, Aotearoa New Zealand.

iFIL™ TOWERS

Jack Webber was our CEO and he will welcome you to view the photos from the evening like he welcomed us on the night...

From time to time I sit in my office and listen to rain hit the window. Pitter, patter, pitter. I
logon to the iFIL mainframe and tap in to the incredible network of iFIL lovers. It feeds me,
listening to everybody, I feel so connected, I feel so free, so loved. I want you to feel what I
feel, to be inside the network with me. Let's literally step into the magical online world of iFIL interaction. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to a world where internet freedom is love...



"There it is in black in white! people that are comfortable with being internet
stalked, and with the corporate acquisition of their information, have clearly transcended
privacy and have thereby achieved a higher, more meaningful, level of being."


Crowd

"Fists to the sky, not taking no shit!"


Crowd ROFL, iFIL, LOL
Jack talking about value of iFIL™ shares.
Jack Webber mingles...
Urbantramper
Urbantramper


iFIL is offering investment opportunities

































Monday, 14 November 2011

Tour!

We're off on a mish!

Urbantramper is heading to Aotearoa's Great North for a few shows...

We'll be showcasing our experiments with Utopian Music at the following venues:

Wed Nov 16 THE NARK (THIRD AND SOCIAL), Auckland
Thu Nov 17 THE YOT CLUB, Raglan,
Fri Nov 18 MAJOR TOMS, Mt Maunganui
Sat Nov 19 GOLDEN DAWN: TAVERN OF POWER, Auckland

Hooplah!


http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=143962742371047

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

St Rupertsberg EP release show...

To whom it may concern,

We're playing our first New Zealand show for while at San Francisco Bathhouse on Saturday September the 3rd...

We're supporting St Rupertsberg and Mount Pleasant. It's a whole new line-up for Urbantramper and our recent experiments with Utopian Music will be on display.

Facebook Event

PS: Our new Single "Kate Bush Saved My Life" will be available for free download from this site next Monday at 11.05am. It'll be free for one week.

And for your listening pleasure: L'été Indien en Anglais...


Sunday, 19 June 2011

DARK


Urbantramper has made it back to the place of its birth - Wellington, Aotearoa.

They plan to carry out an aural experiment in a controlled environment.

"I recall the brilliant radiance of the sun as I lie silent in moonless night. The white sky bleached our dreams for that time...
...we're on a bee-line for better days"


Friday 15 july 19:00
Russian Frost Farmers
Eva St (the lane off dixon st next to hope brothers)
Wellington.

Start time is 7pm sharp. (you can party afterwards)

Sonic imagery provided by Urbantramper and Hula Hope.

Facebook Event: Here

https://www.facebook.com/urbantramper www.urbantramper.com
https://www.facebook.com/HulaHope www.hula-hope.com

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Work and art

The story

Once upon a time, Lake of Urbantramper went to seek his fortune in Australia. But he was too busy working, in places like sign factories and storage facilities. He had smoko and played games ("Albert Einstein. Engelbert Humperdink. Henry James. Jessie James. JJ... Dammit!"). He went to bed early. He wrote an album about work. There’s a lot to say about work.

You know how it is: liking a co-worker, wanting a different job, maybe even as a public servant, drinking away the boredom, counting the minutes until smoko, the lack of daylight, marching for better conditions, the conditions and possibilities of a thirty hour working week.

Lake recorded these songs, as the Workers' Album.: All that is solid melts into air. We released it on May Day, Workers Day, towards the day where every day is a day for workers. (Not every album. Love songs are good too.) Listen/download for free/donation here.

But this gig was special.

Applying ourselves

Firstly, we incorporated The Urbantramper Company. As the posters stated, the Urbantramper Company was looking for new recruits.

The recession is over and business is booming, hence, due to explosive growth in an exciting new industry this market leading company is looking for admin and sales super stars to join its busy team of willing worker bees.

You will be part of a funky 'go getter' team which is primarily focused on daily operations and processing customer orders by entering data into a complex computer based system.

If you think you have an infectious positive attitude towards work life, are able to supress any desire for individual expression and become subsumed by a company's blind pursuit of profit -then please apply immediately.
Lake then shared his experiences of working in the company for nine years, in a video invitation to our potential worker bees.

Next up we met Thomas, Chief Logistics Support Officer at the Urbantramper company. In an exclusive video interview, he shared his experiences and some of his drive for working there.

Finally, our CEO Dick Avarice took off his sunglasses and addressed his future employees.

Interested parties registered for the group interview - featuring the company band and Ghostplane - by sending in cover letters.

The group interview

Applicants were welcomed at the door by gorgeous receptionists with clipboards who gave them name tags. They were informed that in this, the first stage of the interview process, their interactions over the course of the evening would be observed. They descended awkwardly into rooms where they chatted with our HR team. Sometimes the HR team had to look at their clipboards or take important calls on their cellular phones. The applicants were inspired by motivational slogans on the walls, and then, by the smooth sounds of Ghostplane.

The applicants then gathered in a special room to see CEO Dick Avarice's powerpoint presentation. Dick spoke about the company, what inspires him, and the bright opportunities offered to his employees.

Union representative Andrew Campbell then took to the stage to let the current and potential workers know about their rights, and the benefits to them and their communities in joining their union. He encouraged them to sign the petition for a living wage.

From the other room began the call of Urbantramper's Marching Song "Come join us walk, for a better place to work! Come make a stand, to create a fairer land!" The crowd marched in to dance, dance, dance.

What I loved

  • The excitement of putting on a production.
  • Bringing music, film, and theatre together - the forms of art as well as the artists.
  • Talking politics and loving on unions, but lightheartedly and with dance.
  • That the show lasted weeks.
  • The participatory nature. We were all performers, all shaping the evening, all surprised and excited.

This is why I wanted to tell you the story.

The album is available for koha download here.

Saturday, 2 April 2011

Upcoming shows and superlative prose...

Last night I played a solo show in a large artist space named POL'n, in Nantes. I was to play last in an evening destined to start late. A penchant for beer and precision puts on me on edge at late night gigs. Teachers, Florida played first and I watched as I contemplated Hula Hope's list of things to be nervous about before a gig. I analysed the points that may have been pertinent to my particular predicament.

I found myself a corner and studied the singer sing. I'm frequently confronted by 'amateur musicians' who blow me away with their technical skill and ability to belt out classic hits at the behest of drunks at parties. I'm always awfully envious and often end the night consoling myself in the fact that I could always be a public servant. But as I followed the performance of old guards Baptiste and Cedric I saw a mastery of something more than music. They transcended the mundane facade of the Friday of night and transported us to unfathomed lands of beauty. They unlocked doors that we built with keys forged by song...

Cheesy but true maxim #12: It's not the music, it's what you do with it...

And to quote that drunk guy from the Apollo Bay Festival: "Heart & soul mate, heart & soul..."

So... Urbantramper is playing lots of solo shows in the next month or so. Lake will be trying out new songs from an album to be released at the end 2010. If you're in Nantes, London or New York then come along...

May 23 THE DELANCEY, New York, USA (solo)
info: Here

May 18 GOODBYE BLUE MONDAY, New York, USA (solo)
info: Here

May 06 MELTING POTES, Nantes, France (solo)
-avec: Teachers Florida, Croche Dedans. Details on Facebook

Apr 23 THE SPICE OF LIFE, Soho, London, UK (solo)

Apr 22 WESTBOURNE GROVE CHURCH, London, W11 2RW, UK (solo)
Details on Facebook.

Monday, 14 February 2011

Samedi Soir à Nantes...





Tiny scalp (wild folk) / Nantes
Urbantramper (future folk) / Nouvelle-Zélande

samedi 19 février · 20:00 - 23:00
Lieu L'Hurluberlu
36, rue Maréchal Joffre
Nantes, France


Facebook Event.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Christmas Show...



Urbantramper (solo) @ Vilon Dingue, Nantes, France

Come along!

Venez..

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Indietracks festival videos...

We played in a corrugated iron church in the old railway yards of Derby, in the Midlands of England. It was early in the morning, or at least it seemed that way...

The end of 'A superhero's partner' from Rise & ride toward...



'The ballad of Mr Rochester' from tokon & the colours...



Thank you kindly to whoever filmed these clips...

Friday, 16 July 2010

Someone needs to do something (Small Nations Festival, Cilycym, Wales)

The Small Nations festival, at Glandeswais farm near the village of Cilycym, near Llandovery, is a wonderful thing. It invites bands from small nations like Wales to a green and lovely area, and the farmer thanks everyone gathered at the end. It was nearing the end of the festival when we turned up on Sunday afternoon, and people were glad of the sun that arrived around the same time. We halved a one pound egg butty.



We were taken to a backstage area, a wonderful novelty for us with coffee and tea and fruit in a green and white striped tent decorated with the flags of small nations. The people were kind and friendly and told us stories of Welsh revolutionaries and rude bands and how one comes to organise a festival. When they spoke to each other it was in Welsh. It’s a beautiful sounding language. After our show was the grand finale band, Fernhill, singing in Welsh and English, interpreting songs from different folk traditions around the world. We loved them, their clear voices, the stories they told about the songs. Our show went well, in a huge barn festooned with giant Welsh dragons. People sat listening and then clapping their hands in time.



That night we were put up in an old old pub, the Royal Oak Inn, once a hunting lodge for the Crawly family, in the village of Rhandir-mywn. Mywn means both ‘gentle’ and ‘minerals’ and ‘rhandir’ means area. In the pub there were crisp white sheets and goats milk chocolate on the pillowcase and a variety of 70s-era wildly clashing carpets. Unused to such comfort, "it's so beautiful" I gushed to the owner. She said, “We like it.” I went for a walk and found an old church, a stream, tearooms, the pub, and a board with notices including the minutes of a local group. They were concerned about the lack of jobs in the locality, and the declining population. “The feeling was that someone needed to do something or the area is going to die.” Back at the pub I chose the table beside the elderly gentlemen so I could eavesdrop. Some of the elderly gentlemen were at the bar and speaking Welsh, so that was hard. When they spoke in English it was about bracken. The two men at the table next to me were English walkers. They talked about: the route to take the next day; whether they should have cream or custard on their apple crumble; how one of them had a friend who would embarrass him terribly at restaurants by asking whether the cream provided with the dessert came from a hairspray can (subsequently asking the same question of the Royal Oak’s owner); how the kite has made a comeback through educating the farmers that the kite feeds on carrion, not live sheep; how Shirley is a marvelous walker but she must first take an anti-inflammatory.



That night, with the World Cup final playing in the corner, I read a booklet called “Random Recollections of Rhandir-mwyn”. These included: how a local found a lead seam, but Lord Crawley got 99% of the profits; phantom funeral processions that pull you along the road even though there’s nothing there; Deio Ajax, the legendary sheep-farmer whose bride made him change his name to Jones as a condition of marriage; shearing days of long ago, with the community gathered at a farm for a day of work and eating.

What should be done? Something.
Who should do something? Someone

By Hula Hope