Thursday, 29th November 2012
I write to you from the front seat of the tour van, motoring North away from beautiful Sydney. Since my last entry, we’ve done no fewer than seven shows; including two fairly random open mic nights and a radio slot for the friendly folk of Bendigo’s Phoenix FM, which will likely find its way onto the internet in some manifestation or other in the coming weeks. Along with a somewhat surreal cover video session that we recorded, a bit drunk, in a hippy campervan wearing floral wreaths.
I don’t know.
Now, having been in Australia for two whole weeks now, I’m disappointed to reveal that I’ve yet to see a wallaby, bandicoot, echidna, or a single (living) kangaroo. In fact, it was only 48 hours ago that I happened upon a boomerang and a didgeridoo. As you can probably imagine, I’m wildly disappointed about this. There is some comfort offered in the fact that I’ve seen a koala now, even if he was captive. And a bit sad about that.
However, there’s time yet, and a show tonight, another tomorrow, and more after that before I get back to London next week – but with the lush Nova’s Basement lasses to drink with (and boy can they), that time’ll fly. See you in a bit.
Monday, 19th November 2012
Greetings from Melbourne, Victoria! Touring here with the fantastic Nova’s Basement has been awesome so far. I wholly endorse getting out of your hometown and playing to new audiences, and that’s exactly what we’ve done on this trip, to some very receptive crowds.
But it hasn’t all been hard work; I’m not going to lie – the awesome weather and delicious food almost absolutely compensate for the seriously overpriced beer.
Tomorrow, we set off to the town of Geelong on the first real roadtrippy part of the tour, followed by Lorne, Ballarat, Bendigo, Wangaratta, Canberra, Sydney, Armidale and finally Brisbane. If you, or someone you know, is in the area, make sure they swing by to say g’day. You can find details of all of our shows on my tour page.
I’ll be back in London in December for three final gigs of the year; a slot at the Troubadour in Earl’s Court on the 11th, a show at the Waterline in Hackney on the 16th, and finally, a full end of 2012 concert that I’m hosting myself at the fabulous Bedford in Balham, with support from none other than Nova’s Basement. Click here to get your tickets, and I’ll see you there.
Sunday, 11th November 2012
When I was about seventeen, I was very much into war poetry. So much so, that I submitted a series of war poems as part of my degree application portfolio. In the spirit of Remembrance Day, lest we forget, I’m publishing the first of the three today.
I see them again, now
marching through red seas
dying tides with blessed rain
screaming in my name.
Screaming in vain.
Well, are you fighting for God
or praying for war?
The charlatan chaplain cants faith,
preaching last rites
for last wrongs,
little knowing that pious pleas
are less use
to fighting men
than a prayer before the war.
“In God ye trust,”
but man’s hand guides those missiles,
Another war crime.
Gods men may yet fight in hell,
They fall in faith,
failing to find
the truth behind
their armoured minds.
Jew, gentile, nazi, nato;
it’s just war.
But yet more rounds fall to the floor,
And still you fight your holy wars
and curse your foes with holy words
and carve your graves in graven cross
when will you learn
in war, salvation’s lost.
Thursday, 8th November 2012
Music blog Carpe Musica have written an introductory review of Antonio’s career so far:
The thing that makes Lulic really stand out is his extremely clever and intricate style of songwriting: at times, his music flows so effortlessly and freely that you’d think he had half a dozen records under his belt. Put simply, Antonio Lulic is a natural and i see nothing but great things ahead for him.
You can check out the full review here.
Sunday, 19th August 2012
Performance at the Swindon Shuffle festival reviewed by music blog Groovers on Manoeuvres.
Antonio Lulic is a story telling singer from ‘up North’, sharing intimate moments between his songs to relate how and why he wrote them. In ‘The City of Austin Texas’ he imparts the miseries of breaking up with his girlfriend, in ‘Sobering Up’ he remembers the turning point that prompted him to make the transition between poor, drunk musician to rich, drunk musician. If he were washing powder he’d be concentrated non bio with his gravelly voice and bright guitar stripping down his life’s laundry on the wash board of experience to dry in the sun.
Read the whole article here.