Poisons

We love them – all of us – if you’re a wanker then chocolate and chips will suffice… if you’re another sort of wanker then Charlie Horse’s Kat – or something derived there-in – will suitably fuck you up…. but we gobble it up just the same… suck…fuck…suck…

I sucked the asphalt out of the last milimetre of the fag I had in my mouth (he didn’t care – he was fucking dead and rolled-up weeks ago….) and then I found I was bored. So.

I phoned Eden. “What you doing man – what you up to?”

“I’ve had it with this town D  – I’m going to Greece for a while – change the backdrop. Olde London Towne tires me…. I’m headed for the cradle of civilization – again.”

And so he was. He said come along. So I went with him. A hit bigger than any poison was on the bill. I just didn’t know it then.

We got there – wired as fuck, we’d been up all night on Bailey’s Nonsense – the cabin-crew hated us. Then they changed their minds. They realized they were in the company of the real thing…. So they asked E to sing down the plane’s PA. Ludicrous. But he did…… it was great….singing into a fucking telephone…. I had another drink to celebrate whilst the cuckoos on the flight flocked around E. He couldn’t care less – he was drunk and wanted to get off the plane. So did I.

We were eager to get to Kerkyra…. a beautiful island carpeted with olive trees and studded with pines…. a land of ancient lunacy and modern cynicism…

We hired a bike. We would’ve hired two, but I can’t ride. So that would’ve been foolish.

An hour later we’re on a thirty five degree slope, that’s mostly made of scree…. We’re surrounded by a camouflage of olive trees that are gonna hide our spectacular death from any potential saviours … and all along we were just looking for a place that (translated) was called Gorgeous Angel.

We found a smashed jeep at the bottom of the grade. It was totally fucked and covered in old, dried blood. They’d obviously got the bodies out but the wreck was in too remote a place to bother with… left there for me and E to find.

The “road” ended after that….. simply crumbled and dissolved into the sea.

It took a long time to get back to Paleo. When we got back we drank a lot and ate some codeine and then sat on the beach to enjoy our holiday.

In the end it was okay because a tall, elfin Flemish painter and her sister started talking to us and we persuaded them to come back to where we were staying and have a dive in our pool.

DD

I woke up at Eden’s.

I was on the floor but I knew the day was going to be a good one…. the indigenous spirits that squat in his home had left me alone for once….

Usually my nights at Cintra Park – even the ones chemically unassisted – would pan out with some nebulous entity pressing my face into the sofa to the point of suffocation and then leaping away just before my death to cackle delightedly in my head……

I’d lie there, still asleep – but fully conscious of my situation, and would mentally trace the necessary protective patterns to ensure the fuckers would leave me be for the remainder of the night.

Mostly it worked.
Sometimes it didn’t.

Whenever I’d ask E about it all and how he coped with that shit night after night, he’d just grin and say “Oh, I quite like it…..”

Anyway, that afternoon I woke having been free from their company, and looked forward to the rest of the day….. a jolly-up – out of town for once – and a live radio interview.

Eden got up and stalked the house like a feral cat looking for an out.
We breakfasted on eggs, cigarettes, codeine and red wine.

We talked about Marianne Faithfull, food poisoning and a vile film both of us had accidently seen.

The Merc was playing up – the pixies must’ve left me last night in order to fuck with the motor – only one door worked. We crawled in. If there was a smash on the agenda we’d be fucked….. oh, well…..

Bowling round the 25, circumnavigating London, high on the bright spring day, loaded on all we had left from the night before and up for whatever came our way.

We got to the studio unfashionably on-time and had to knock on the door. Didn’t matter, they fucking loved the fact we’d bothered to show up.

We drank some more and then they put us on-air. We drank some more, talked about our Art – E told the parable of the drunken bees – and then we played guitars and sang….. the room came alive, and for a brief twist, all were engulfed and involved in the rhapsody.

Then we went outside, smoked some cigarettes and finished up the wine.

DD

Collins

 

Hey, hey Pilgrims!

Just to let you know what’s occurring in Camp M&G, ok? That’s ‘Camp’ as in military style operations, dropping the love instead of bombs – not ‘I’M FREE!’ John Inman, ‘Are you Being Served’ type malarkey! Minz and Mogg, sit down!

We’re looking at doing a few ‘special’ U.K shows in the next month or two, before we hit the road in America! Ahhhh, America! Xxx Soooooo, that’s involving M.E having a gear overhaul; (for those interested, Fender Dual Showman amp, analogue delay, MXR phaser, tube overdrive, standard Telecaster), revolving the amphead, and looking for a Les Paul, but a ‘light’ Paul – like a 70’s Ibanez, or equivalent? All help gratefully received!

For those who haven’t seen us live yet in the U.K. we’d love you to come an experience this, the whole, circus troupe, dancing girls, ceremony of it all! Look out on the website for details…

Next on the agenda is another ‘guerrilla’ video posting on youtube – probably for something from the debut album, and probably ‘Holy Water’ – we’re very much looking forward to this one! Expect us in vestments, and parading around London trying not to get arrested by flouting some ludicrous politically correct ‘inflammatory language’ laws, accusing us of ‘religious hatred’ or some such nonsense! May the Lord forgive them all!

Anyway, come make friends on Face book, (Men & Gods or Marc Eden), we wish you the best of Sunday’s, and always try yr best to ‘love thy neighbour’ if ya can pilgrims – even if it is Phil Collins!

Love & Peace M&G x

 

 

Do you remember when Rock realllllly meant something?

So this is the ‘blog’ then…Welllll, first and foremost, it’s a real privilege to have the Men & Gods record out, and a real privilege for it to be heard, and I wanna thank everyone at Pacific and SBmgmt for making that possible. It was a real labour of love, and I don’t think I’ll ever take that for granted. All those that are reading and listening and have the love, & maybe have the album, and dig what we do, thank you. My love, always….And to all those that are new to us? Try it on! I’m sure it’ll be very you!

Advert time: Do you remember when Rock realllllly meant something? Something almost, sacred ? Like Led Zeppelin? Like The Doors? Do you Love the smell of a 70′s 33 vinyl record, but you also love the look & feel of a 21st Century iPod? Do you know in your heart that there was never a ‘Golden Era’ for music, because it’s always a goddamm ‘Golden era’ – if it’s good and true and real?!!! Then you, my friend, need Men & Gods! X (Ad out…for now)

All the music we loved/love is always from the heart, and has that reality, like an enlightenment – it’s still out there – just because it seems the ‘industry’ seems to be in freefall, it doesn’t mean that good and true music isn’t being made. It is. We believe we’re part of that.. We believe M&G lives and breathes, and evolves, and can make you dance, cry, love, and think. What’s the point in makin’ it any other way? THAT’S the labour of love we spoke of, right?

We can’t wait to take this to the stage, and I guess that’s next. Hope to see you all soon! Hope you’ll get involved here, and on twitter, Facebook etc, it’ll mean the world…Love & Peace…M

Men and Gods is working with Pacific Records and Red Flower Media

The band is excited to announce a collaboration with Indie music label Pacific Records based in southern California and online music promotion company Red Flower Media to bring our band’s unique sound to our fans online. We look forward to making a splash in the virtual space and finding new and creative ways to bring our music to our audience around the world. Check this blog for more details soon.