The End Of the World is nigh! Come and celebrate with DC’s new eschatological song!

The 21st of December 2012 is the End Of The World according to the ancient Mayans. They were wrong of course, because they didn’t know squat about anything, and their world ended long before 2012, anyway.

But have you ever considered how ephemeral life on earth is for all of us? Have you ever ever wondered if you’ll wake up and find yourself dead? Have you ever wondered if the oil will run out before we all fry? Have you ever wondered…

Wait a minute, that’s a sermon and I don’t do sermons, I write songs.

Go to http://noisetrade.com/dccardwell to get

Go to my Bandcamp page to hear my newest song, The Sun, The Moon, The Stars, which is about all that kind of stuff (if you want it to be).

The song features me on vocals, guitars, bass and piano, and Samuel plays drums, synth and glockenspiel, and it’s a bit of an epic, really, by my standards.

So if you haven’t already, grab it NOW or you may have to wait until my next album comes out in 2013. If we’re still around then!

~ DC


The Sun, The Moon, The Stars
LYRICS © DC Cardwell 2012

The sun, the moon, the stars
Jupiter and Mars
Everybody thinks they know
Where they’re gonna be tonight
The fuel in your tank
The money in your bank
Everybody thinks they know
Where they’re gonna be tonight

But I don’t know what time it is
Something big is falling on my head
But I don’t know what time it is
I try to remember what my teacher said
You’re on your own now

You’re on your own now

The dinner on your table
The power in your cable
Everybody thinks they know
Where they’re gonna be tonight
The pictures in your camera
The things that you remember
Everybody thinks they know
Where they’re gonna be tonight

But I don’t know what time it is
Something big is falling on my head
But I don’t know what time it is
I try to remember what my teacher said
You’re on your own now

You’re on your own now

The mountains and your bed
The things inside your head
Everybody thinks they know
Where they’re gonna be tonight

But I don’t know what time it is
Something big is falling on my head
But I don’t know what time it is
I try to remember what my teacher said
You’re on your own now

You’re on your own now

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The Sun, The Moon, The Stars

Marjorie Cardwell home from brain surgery! [Newsletter 12th Mar 2012]

Marjorie Cardwell's bandaged head after her brain surgery
Marjorie’s bandaged head after her surgery

In my last newsletter I mentioned that my wife Marjorie had been diagnosed with a brain tumourand was going to have surgery to remove it. Well, she went into hospital last Thursday and it was a very long and difficult operation but the surgeon was pleased to report that he is pretty sure the tumour was benign and he managed to remove all of it.

Amazingly, Marjorie came home today, only four days after the operation, and she’s doing very well indeed. Thanks to everyone who prayed for her safety during and after the surgery.

She had been planning to release an EP of 5 songs she’s written and recorded recently, but after the diagnosis she decided to make it a full-length album, and the Saturday before her surgery she recorded guitar and vocals for five extra songs!

This is one she wrote while she was in the MRI machine for her pre-op scan. It’s called “Hole In My Head” and there’s also a hole where the solo should be as we haven’t had time to finish it yet.

Let us know what you think! [EDIT: This is the finished video from later, featuring Don McGlashan of the Mutton Birds!]

~ DC

ASCAP or BMI?

[imported from Myspace]

Current mood:amused

So, I was loitering around Melbourne today by myself and I went to Chinatown for lunch. I’d got so hungry that I went into the first place I saw, sat down and looked around. It was the “Post-Deng Cafe”, and the walls were festooned with large posters and photographs of Deng Xiaoping.

(Rather than try and explain who he was according to my limited knowledge, I refer you to Wikipedia, where it says he was “the de facto leader of the People’s Republic Of China from the late 1970s to the early 1990s”)

The menu began by saying “Why Post-Deng Cafe?” and went on to explain how he pioneered Chinese economic reform and ushered in a new era of prosperity etc, etc.

I ordered my meal and noticed another lone chap at the table opposite me. His meal looked cheaper but better then mine.

When we had both finished off our lunch he walked over to my table and said “ASCAP or BMI?

I was a little taken aback and said “why do you ask?”. He explained that he thought I looked like a songwriter! I’ve no idea why or how, of course, as I just look like a normal guy.

He’d heard me speak to the waiter and thought that I had an American accent, which may be because I have a slight touch of Canadian in my speech. That’s why he said ASCAP or BMI (they are the two main American performing rights organisations, by the way, which means they collect royalties for songs). If I had been more on the ball I would have replied with the appropriate antipodean acronym, “APRA”.

He went on to explain that he is a music publisher, so I said, “Sit down, I’ve been  thinking of trying to find a publisher!”

Post-Deng Restaurant, Melbourne

We chatted for an hour or so and arranged to meet up again. He was very interested in my little MySpace “career” and of course I hyped everything about my myriad of devoted fans and my tremendous inroads into the music industry. Well, not really. I just shrugged and said that I didn’t know why but people seem to like some of my stuff. Told him about some of the interest from record companies, and about how someone really should be able to pick up the Tom song and make a lot of money out of it, but it’s not entirely representative of my work, etc, etc.

He told me a bit about his own career – he’s from London and worked with a lot of big names in LA for many years but has been in Australia for some years now. He has close contact with a very major record producer, I’d say one of the top ten most famous ones in the world, but I’d better not say who.

I promised to send him a CD – I know I owe about a hundred of you a CD if I ever get a batch of the things made, but as I met this guy face to face he goes to the top of the list and I’ll burn him one specially!

Anyway, boring story, really, except for that one little quirk that he guessed I was a songwriter. I assure you I wasn’t humming loudly and frantically scribbling on a napkin or anything like that! In fact I generally go around actively resisting the urge to write another song because I don’t even have time to record the ones that I have waiting!

By way of illustration, I was so amused (it doesn’t take much) by the Post-Deng Restaurant thing that I took a photo of the plate with my mobile phone. Before there was any food on it.

~DC

Post-Deng Plate

New song – Unrecorded

VU Meter

[imported from Myspace]

That’s what it’s called – “Unrecorded”, but it is recorded, if you get my drift. Wouldn’t mind knowing what you think of it!

The words (such as they are) are inspired by a very trivial observation, but they’ve come to take on quite a deeper meaning for me – funny how that happens with your own tunes! When you write a song, it’s an artifact that you’re trying to create, but then at some point, it takes on a life of its own and suddenly seems like this entity that has its own existence outside of you. Weird!

Love to all – DC

New song – “A Minute Of Your Time”

Clock

[imported from Myspace]

“A Minute Of Your Time”, which I conceived of as a Rolling Stones style rocker, but it somehow mysteriously ended up sounding like something off The Beatles “Help!” (in MY mind, anyway).

Thanks for checking my music out! – DC