Trunk Show

Dovetail Records is pleased to present The Trunk Show, a consortium of oddball musicians living in Praha and Berlin, a surly wombat who answers to the name “Raoul,” and a trunk, maybe, two. What exactly are in those trunks? Trinkets, ornaments, bullwhips, old clothes, love-letters from lonesome old girl in Ft. Worth (the stationary reads, Bluebird Motel. The pages smell of rose salve, gun powder and L’air du Temps – reeks of scattered optimism.) There’s a hot plate, eggs, bacon, baked beans, toast and strong coffee– the fixings for a breakfast that would send a fat tear down the cheeks of the the most cynical Hobo King. Sheet metal, large pieces of firewood, bits of found/junk percussion including the jawbone of an ass, babydoll heads played over large cheese-graters, kick drum wardrobes, large pieces of firewood, the sound of breaking glass, a small voice at the bottom of a well, shadows of wild boys past and Mrs. Darling’s lips, that little place that you can never quite touch… that small light, just a little flare, a match-head or kerosene torch.... something to light our way in the sewers, through the back-alley nights and gin-soaked days, around the piss and shit of this world… to the electric glow of a station platform, waiting for a train going anywhere.*Currently in production is TRUNK SHOW’s debut album featuring songs by Aileen Loy, Marc Cram, and Andru Davis.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4