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About Me

Erica Ordinary is a twenty three year old girl from the suburbs. She grew up in an ordinary double brick house with a courtyard and a garage and a dungeon and many collected things. Now she lives in an ordinary house with a backyard and a stable and two very tall palm trees. She wears her heart on the sleeve of her favourite red coat and keeps the key hidden in the left of her favourite red shoes.

Like most twenty-somethings, Erica Ordinary doesn't know quite what to do with herself, so while she waits she tells stories, sings songs and follows boys on the train.
Erica Ordinary recorded her first demo in her kitchen with a doona, laptop, microphone borrowed from a friend and a computer program she really has no idea how to use. She has just spent the summer holidays and part of Easter in a very good friend's bedroom, and the result is her debut EP, Don't Fall in Love with Engineers. This is now available to purchase from Polyester Records, Collector's Corner and Missing Link Records in Melbourne, as well as online using the paypal button below:

The cost is $8.00 plus $2.50 postage and handling within Australia.

To help Erica Ordinary along on her way you can visit Triple J Unearthed to vote for and review her. Or if you're one of those wonderfully kind musos who would like to offer her a support gig somewhere just let her know. She would be so very grateful.
More Erica Ordinary, including her blog, can be found at ericaordinary.com

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Rip It Up - 31 May 2007

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Member Since: 10/15/2006
Band Website: ericaordinary.com
Band Members: Erica Ordinary - vocals, guitar, heartstrings
Influences: Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, Bic Runga, Jeff Buckley, Hawksley Workman, Nick Drake, The Doors, Van Morrisson, Patti Smith, The Waifs, Ella Fitzgerald, Lior, Sarah Blasko, Ani Difranco, T-Rex, Mia Dyson, Jamie Cullum, Bob Dylan, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Joni Mitchell, The Beatles, Dinah Washington, Don McLean, Etta James, James Taylor, Canned Heat, The Cat Empire, The Incredible Dead Goons, Rufus Wainwright, Antony and the Johnsons
Sounds Like: Bedtime stories for heartbroken tummies.
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Autumn

So once again I sit heartbroken. The pieces of my heart tumble down like the leaves of the season and all I can do is watch them settle quietly around my feet. There is no more Adelaide.There are no m...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 06:23:00 PST

The bus to Melbourne

He stood on Sunday night and folded his arms around my shoulders, and I realised that the next morning I had to go home. I don't know if he noticed my eyes as the abrupt mist took them over, or the ai...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 05:14:00 PST

The bus to Adelaide

I've packed a bag and my guitar. Tonight I am not sleeping, just in case I don't wake up and miss the bus that leaves at 8.30am tomorrow morning. I've rolled my clothes inside my backpack to fit more ...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 07:15:00 PST

Dancing

On Saturday night I was spun and twirled around a dance floor by a stranger. He took my hands and told my feet where to go, and in the flurry of dancers around us we laughed and offered up small detai...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 11:30:00 PST

The boy who sews

The boy who sews is an acquaintance. He is well dressed and well spoken, and shaves just often enough to be considered rugged but not shabby. He likes to smile when he speaks which makes you think he ...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 12:23:00 PST

Melbourne weather

Wood smoke on the wind made me forget for a moment it was Spring. The late night air was so cold, and the neat little rows of neat little family cars that lined the street were all dressed up in...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 07:16:00 PST

Traces

I was stupid and let him leave himself everywhere. Every room of my house, every song, every bar, every Melbourne street corner, every piece of my clothing, every possible topic of conversation....
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 08:58:00 PST

In the morning...

In the morning the planes still fly above my roof, and in the morning I still think of him when I hear them.In the morning I still eat my breakfast, and in the morning I still think of him eating noth...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 09:03:00 PST

Did I say hello?

There's nothing like heartbreak in Spring. The blue of the sky matches my mood indigo and the warmth of the sun the brandy I drown in. Suburban Spring is filled with boys walking topless and girls wal...
Posted by Erica Ordinary on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:13:00 PST