After 20 (twen-tee!) years, my old band Bogus Gasman have finally released their debut album. It’s called ‘Don’t Get Your Hopes Up’ and you can listen to it HERE
Here’s an old song I did with them. It’s the only one where I sang, it’s the only one that was just us as a 3 piece (shout out Screw and Eoin, the best rhythm section in the game) and easily the shortest one we did, barring the 8-Second Song.
It’s about a time I was in Paris, staying with my mate Sophie, desperately trying to dry myself out after a tough run of life. I spent the days while she was at work exploring the city, and one day I saw something that threw me for an existential loop.
Lyrics:
So, his body was cold
Inflating
Was slow
A peaceful look
Through sober eyes
One (of) the most beautiful things
That I’ve seen for a while
It was recorded by Tim Cedar of the excellent Part Chimp, and my set up here is a Travis Bean TB1000A plugged straight into my Kelly 50 Watt Treble and Bass knock-off, turned ALL THE WAY UP. No pedal, no gain, just an amp so loud it distorts. Beautiful.
Tag: Existence
A Working Epitaph
The Stone is not permission
It does not ask
It does not give
It simply serves
To remind
What little time we have
To Live
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I cross Waterloo Bridge twice a day. Whenever I do, I see Cleopatra’s Needle. It is older than the city it stands in by around a millennium-and-a-half and older than me by double that and 500 years. It was gazed upon by Ramases II, Cleopatra, Ceaser and Mark Antony (and those are just the big names).
The people who carved it are not remembered.
I barely know the name of the person who did my job before me.
I don’t even know the names of all my great-grandparents.
I wrote this poem and recite it to myself every time I see the needle.
To and from work.
Every day.
Tom Druker 