"FIRST OF MAY" VIDEO

Watch the brand new self-directed Bravo!Fact video for "First Of May", the lead song off "Mama Tevatron" right here: First Of May Video

Sarah Slean and The Art of Time Ensemble have recorded a version of "Eyes Are The Flowers" from "The Pillowmaker" as well as a bunch of other Canadian tunes by Leonard Cohen, Martin Tielli, Feist, Mary Margaret O'Hara, Ron Sexsmith and others for the new "Black Flowers" CD.

more info here:

www.sarahslean.com
www.artoftimeensemble.com

MAMA TEVATRON digital download purchase April 14....

"MAMA TEVATRON" will be available for digital purchase at the following online stores as of April 14 2009:

iTunes

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

as well as emusic, rhapsody



MAMA TEVATRON:

1. First Of May 2. Buffalo City Hall 3. The Champagne Lady 4. Trust The Voice Of Love 5. I Get It Now 6. Beautiful Spirits 7. Bon Vagabond 8. Seven Wonders 9. Halo 10. Zulou

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a little korngold in the night...Sunday March 8 CBC Radio 2 (The Signal)

On January 29 and 30th 2009, I performed with the Art of Time Ensemble at the Harbourfont/Enwave Centre in Toronto. I was asked to compose two original songs based on Erich Korngold's "Opus 23" with arrangements by Andrew Downing and Justin Haynes. Other performers included Martin Tielli and Danny Michel. It was a real thrill to be a part of this and to sing along with the plump old instruments, violins, cello, piano. The photo was taken in the pneumatic backstage cellar moments before showtime (iliaphotography.com). You can hear the concert on CBC Radio 2 Sunday March 8 on The Signal at 10pm E.S.T. or go to their website: CBC Radio 2 Concerts Here are the song lyrics:


THE ADVENTURE OF ERICH KORNGOLD

It's 1938 Hollywood
I write the music for Robin Hood
but the adventures of Robin Hood
have only really begun

I've no allegience to genius
just to my family's exodus
and Warner Brothers my guardian
you couldn't make this stuff up

look up it's Errol Flynn
flying across the screen
bring up the violins
fade out the brass

I am conducting him
I am protecting him
sounding the seraphim
here in the dark
I am so far away

as the musicians rehearse their parts
I think of Austria in the dark
I try to focus upon the charts
that lie on my music stand

as the projectionist changes reels
and the musicians break for their meal
I try my very best to conceal
that there's a deer on my back

look up it's Errol Flynn
flying across the screen
bring up the violins
fade out the brass

I am conducting him
I am protecting him
sounding the seraphim
here in the dark
with a deer on my back

and i'm so far away

and from a studio telephone
I tell my wife that i'm coming home
back to our Hollywood bungalow
you couldn't make this stuff up

you couldn't make this stuff up
you couldn't make it up


ATHABASCA

I'll fly by private jet to Fort McMurray
nobody's going to undermine this shaft
keep every contract in the third dimension
i'm not expecting any PR gaffs

cybourgs on reefer
werewolves on ether
smoke on the water
in Athabasca
cyclops coyote out on the sands
the fourth dimension is about to land

I'll fly by unicorn to Fort Mcmurray
to try to rouse the public sympathy
don't let these hobbits cross the Rocky Mountains
don't let them take away our precious ring

cybourgs on reefer
werewolves on ether
U.N Inspectors
in Athabasca
cybourgs and werewolves out on the sands
i thought this was our home and native land
our home and native land

i'll astral travel up to Fort McMurray
this armageddon's running out of gas
we'll stuff those hobbits into oil barrels
and ship them pronto to Kyoto Japan

cyborgs on reefer
werewolves on ether
U.N peacekeepers
are in Peace River
they'll call it Mordor
in the New Yorker
cyclops coyote
in Athabasca
cybourgs and werewolves out on the sands
the fourth dimension is about to land

copywright 2009 john southworth.

black welk: round & about mama tevatron

"dear
listener

it's so terribly unnaturally lonely here

really to meet at the road's end
exchange the songs cake and wine and call it a day
would be fine by me

we used to do such things not long ago

why can't we now?
don't you remember...?

instead -
horses made in ancient china are fleeing in every direction
the sea's wild children are growing out their hair and making countless hair & seaweed pies in bat caves beneath the sea ontario
silver bacchusian puffballs are blowing off an island of sleeping unicorns not that far from cincinatti
20,000 glasses of angel milk are lined up for the afterparty but no one is showing
and i'm holed up here on a wet sauna bench with sterling hayden in the belly of a whale
shame.
conned again.
here are your plums and here is your passion
and

here comes the rain.

this medium is a corridor of fogged-up mirrors
authentic reflection is a vague notion
it is wrought with such impotence, fraudulence
still i've willingly climbed onto its back like a small child
and now try to hang on to the fried beast without becoming it
do you follow?

unfettered holy work bypasses this maze of mazes all together
it is pretty much spared of the stale rituals
the gutting and the feasting
the endless whoring in the marketplace
remaining humble secret virgin and moist

granted there comes a stage
a murky muddy stage
when the dark medieval rot & sulpheric song returns
a low hum
breaking down the egg into fungal damp black broth again
'tis natural.

mama tevatron happened just before the first hour of this intervention
at the weird point of bubbling
an acceleration of eons
when my hair was at its longest
the air too thin for trumpets
and my voice, a vapour in the oven

conseqently mama is all acidic 'a' type
hit as in i'm going to hammer on your kneecap you numbskull songs
wail from the mountain top with a pack of banshees from the 905 district songs
burning spleen in hand
helpless telepathic
hamletic phlegmetic bileous
heart on fire

a very one-sided account
a very oval circle
round and round the little protons go
'till the vibration turned tornado

some of it was covertly assembled during the night hours in a forgotten office in the basement of the pentagon
some of it was taken apart and sprayed with something foul in the ikea wharehouse in hicksville, new york
some of it went missing on a fed ex plane last seen off the coast of miami heading for cuba
and the rest was completed in a lighthouse built on top of a lobsterhouse on the side of the volcano
special thanks to the cooing grandmothers who live near there
i'll never forget the night we fell into the river weeping with our lobster masks on

it was on this night that the moon deep in trance slipped into the sea leaking millions of gallons of yolk
fires on a distant iceburg raged
a gothic pyramid rose from the anaheim ground
persecuted she-riddles danced on the open green
what is this land i said

then seven little boys dressed as italian railroad porters with piccolos
appeared at the serpent mounds of ohio warning me to go home oh brother it was awful

i admit i went a little overboard into that reckless sea of yang into the heart of the beast saved by a sleepy unicorn beneath the williamsburg bridge in the bottom of the ninth

but i came back with something

back to the city
with a mountain


and so to conclude fellow graduates with no teeth

don't be swayed by its digital breath.
underneath the necessary pleasantries lies an honourable harvest
a brave intiation and renegade spiritual strategy
overhead the cannonballs soar
through a new cosmic density
the grandmothers know

we dance around the city while the young queen crosses the bridge
the whole of Love in her eyes
her seven dwarves close behind

it is us
this L o v e
will you join in the festivities?

rest your blood. cleanse your palate
fast your eyes and ears
this sorry plague will soon be done.





john southworth.



ps - when shall we meet??"