Kthaahthikha

Songstress required – Soul-singers need not apply – Rudimentary Guitar/Keyboard skills preferable (no great ability necessary, but possession of hands a definite advantage). Nervousness, shy retirement and the like all acceptable (nay, laudable) traits. Love of the nylon strings on an acoustic guitar essential.

Hello You! Do you enjoy the music of people such as Francoiz Breut, Belle & Sebastian, Mogwai, the VU (mostly prior to Nico’s dismissal), the Decemberists, Sarah Blasko, Architecture In Helsinki, The Pixies, strange squealy and beepy electrically-generated sounds, Bjork , and (to a varying extent) Broken Social Scene? If not, why not? Those are all quality acts. If so, or if you enjoy music in a similar vein, would you be prepared to engage your larynx/hands in the production of eccentric pop built around simple, repetitive, (at times squealy) occult guitar chords and wavering synthesiser fills? If so, would you be prepared to do this for little to no reward, mostly just sitting about in some guy’s front room, playing chords into a PC and crooning tunelessly (tea and biscuits provided)?

Do you have lyrics? Do they remind people of Sylvia Plath’s poetry, composed after one too many vodka and tonics? If so, please tone-down the angst (although the ability to match “Daddy” in quality would outweigh any stylistic quibbles). If you gravitate more towards simple observations, abstract philosophy, and strange narratives, this is indeed a happy thing. Collaborations often end in tears, but hopefully of joy. Do you like word play? Alternately, do you find it pays to play on words? Do you consider this advert over-long and overly-twee? If so, you’re right – blame nervousness.

Do you find what lies at www.scarygoround.com (in no way affiliated with me) at all funny?

Do you have an overwhelming desire to perform? There’s always room for side-projects in [insert whatever group is later named here], but mucking-about and maybe recording some stuff is more the name of the game than, you know, appearing in public.

If the carefully-crafted filtering meme that is this advert has not discouraged you, please email the sleepy Thomas Meade at ianperot@yahoo.com.au, or phone 04 3250 1069, though preferably the former. If you call me I am liable to become confused and mumble a lot. The actual meeting will be awkward enough without such confusing starts.

So, much music in the offing?

Brace yourself for an epic of Blueberry Boatian proportions.

Or a fizzle-out. Probably a fizzle-out.