Archive | August, 2011


28 Aug

For those that have missed earlier posts, I’ve been in New York recently recording some parts for our record with friend and musician Callum MacBain. I was supposed to be flying to Austin Texas today but my flight was cancelled due to Hurricane Irene, which is currently working it’s way to New York City.

Since I couldn’t make it to Austin I decided to hit the streets of Brooklyn early for some breakfast. Once outside, I was confronted with an interesting scene. Supermarkets were jam packed with people stocking up on non-perishables and bottled water, huge lines were forming behind ATM machines, and a number of the local business had shut their doors. Despite the commotion, the mood was relaxed and indeed many of the local cafes and bars were defiantly keeping their doors open. One of the few shops still open was “Earwax”, the local record store where I took solace from the rain for half an hour. After purchasing a copy of the Trashmen’s classic “Surfin’ Bird” on 7″, I decided to head into Manhattan to see how the city was reacting to the commotion.

Since the city had closed down the subway, I caught a taxi to the lower East side and went for a walk. As I strolled up 5th Avenue I was amazed to find that Manhattan was like a ghost town. All the stores were closed (many boarded up), the streets were vacant, and barely any traffic was on the roads. A group of builders were hurriedly removing the lavish window displays from the Versace store and replacing them with plywood and sandbags. It was a particularly eerie scene for one of the World’s largest cities. When the rain got a little too heavy to bear I jumped in a cab and made my way back to Brooklyn to bunker down for the evening.

Thus far, my big date with Irene has consisted of little more than drinking mojitos, chowing down on hamburgers and watching movies with friends. Not exactly the biggest ordeal I’ve endured. It’s 2:15am now and the wind and rain is just starting to get a little wild. I guess we’ll just have to play the waiting game.



27 Aug

Two nights ago, Callum and myself boarded the Brooklyn F Train bound for Coney Island. I’ve had the pleasure of visiting this amusement wasteland about 8 years ago. It was a dump then, and I didn’t expect that it was going to be any better the second time around. However, ever since seeing the movie “The Warriors” I’ve wanted to see the famous “Wonder Wheel” lit up in all it’s glory at night time. I’d also read that Coney Island’s famous rollercoater “The Cyclone” had been renovated, and the idea of chowing down on a Nathan’s hotdog and then throwing it up on The Cyclone wasn’t without its appeal.

We arrived at Coney island just before 11pm to be met with a darkened wasteland. The carnival had closed hours earlier and the Wonder Wheel was sitting in total darkness. We wandered the streets for a while and discovered that Nathan’s Hot Dog stand was still open. This infamous New York hot dog emporium has been dispensing low-quality food-stuffs at Coney Island for over 90 years and hosts a world-renowned annual hot dog eating competition. Just reading the menu was enough to make you sick – Cheese Dogs, New England Clam Chouder, Lobster Sandwiches, Corn Dogs, Deep Fried Frogs Legs…It was disgusting. Nevertheless, we decided to slam a couple of Dogs, washed down with some jumbo sized beers.

I don’t know if it was the beer or just my lust for watching people eat disgusting food-stuffs, but I decided to challenge Callum to eat a serve of New England Clam Chouder in exchange for  crisp $20 bill. He’s not permitted to work on his student visa, so the offer of an easy $20 cash-in-hand was impossible to resist. Please enjoy the following series of poor quality photos that I snapped on my aging Nokia mobile phone of a man force feeding himself some b-grade clam chowder.

Once Callum was satisfied that he could hold down the chowder, we boarded the F train back to trendy Williamsburg and retied to Barcade – a bar that’s filled with retro arcade games from the 1980’s that still only cost a quarter to play.


27 Aug

Black Fox have parted ways their Marshall JCM900 amplifier. The 100 watt rig (which features heavily throughout Line Of Sight) was originally procured second hand by young deadhead Leigh Mullens circa 2004, only to be later traded with Daniel’s Fender Hot Rod Deluxe (which also features throughout the album).

‘I didn’t really use it that much because I had other amps, however brought it out late in the Blood Orange sessions and it was wild … I believe I played it on Midnight and Wasted Years,’ says Daniel. ‘Not that anyone really cares.’

Recently recovered photographic evidence may suggest otherwise…

In the end it had an excess 80 watts, unused channel, extra speaker, faulty reverb, missing footswitch, was 15 kilos too heavy, had sustained structural damage (allegedly by teen pinup Hazy) and the reverb was in need of a service.

‘I sold it to a local youth for an undisclosed sum.’

The awkward youngster — known only as ‘Ben’ — rolled around to Relaxo with a metal influenced guitar and proceeded to cut sick; grindcore style.

‘Do you want to tune that thing?’
‘Fair enough…’
‘I don’t know what to say…’

Daniel (with a tear in his eye) helped Ben load the Marshall into his automobile, then fudged the proceeds into his back pocket.

‘I crashed my last car.’

We’ll endure to follow his progress via this link to his solo material:

Live the dream, Ben.


22 Aug

Here’s a quick snap of the Black Fox temporary tattoos that punters were sporting last week at the Tote. What a bunch of dirty sailors.

Black Fox


22 Aug

Currently sitting in Melbourne Airport, waiting to board a flight to the New York.  I’ll be over there for 10 days to collaborate with friend, musician, and teen-pinup Callum MacBain on a few tracks for the upcoming record. Originally from Melbourne, Callum has been studying and breaking hearts in Brooklyn since late 2010. Should be a riot. – Dane


19 Aug

Please enjoy the following selection of snaps courtesy of photographical wiz-kid, Sarah Cramond. Black Fox shared the stage with leggy local act The Harlots, handsome man Mike Antoniou and multi-talented Peny™ at the recently renovated venue. Although centre-stage’s infamous load bearing wooden pillar has been extracted and assumedly laid to rest, the ghosts of bygone rock n’ roll linger on.  Shout outs to Conor Gallacher and JRR & The Broken Hearts’ Mad Mike for representing in full capacity. They’ll be laying down some tracks on the album, so tune in for updates.  Would I say we can’t wait to get those two pr!(k$ in the studio? Yeah, I would.

P.S. Thanks to all the punters who sported a ‘Black Fox’ temporary tattoo last night.


18 Aug

I pulled out Dane’s Roland Juno-106 analog synthesizer on Marcel — the precarious tale of a rolling stone. Stemming from a creative purple patch, Marcel (along with Chinatown) was written and demoed over the course of an afternoon in my Nishi Okazaki ‘El Escapo’ mid-2009. The opening chord progression was originally intended for piano, but Leigh’s always played it on guitar live with The Smoke and Black Fox. Cop that.

Anyway, back to the Juno; it carries the intro to the inevitable smack of Fergo’s snare — launching Marcel on its way. Other Juno sounds are splattered all up and down the remainder of the song. Due to the fact I can’t sing, the Japanese demo was as much spat out punk story-telling as it was melodic, and all on overdriven acoustic guitars!

Take a breathe, take a step. With the beat in your head. Pick a fight, tell a lie. To the man in your head

The Juno-106 provides a lot of Cure-ish (who also used one) atmosphere to balance it all out. Money and I saw Cut Copy about five years ago in Richmond with one of these onstage. The New Electric, too. Such a rad synth.

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