Life Objective

This is where we live, this is what we see, this is what we do. We do all our shit by ourselves, no one helps, and we are fucking proud of it. DIY video, no fancy director, no cool shit, no names to drop.

Here are some events you can catch CANE! at:

-> SUNDAY 6th MAY h: 13.00
@Milan Image Art Fair Superstudio Più
via Tortona 27, Milano

IVAN CAZZOLA BOOK LAUNCH

We had funnest time shooting with Ivan. We shot at the Torino science museum, with stuffed animals, lions, birds, rodents… Our favourite beast was a muflon that still smelled like  goat, awesome!!! We kinda guess that every night the Janitor would come and spray Goat Essence (Also known as Eau de Chèvre) all over it.
Ivan featured a few pics of us on his book

http://www.facebook.com/events/370382216347362/

http://www.ivancazzola.co.uk/

-> SUNDAY 3rd JUNE h: 14.00
HANDMADE FESTIVAL VI
@ Guastalla (loc. Tagliata) – Reggio Emilia – via Bonazza 55

CANE! will play with:
Bugo,
The Mojomatics,
Drink To Me,
Gazebo Penguins,
Dumbo Get Mads,
Brothers In Law,
Horrible Present,
Karibean,
She Said Destroy,
Welcome Back Sailors,
A Classic Education

NICE MUSIC, FREE ENTRY, cheap alcohol and FOOOOOOOD!

Yesterday night I was at home doing my usual business on a Thursday night, hence being alone and eating junk, when it suddenly hit me. I had completely forgotten, to my justification I have to say I’m shit with dates, really shit, I managed to forget my mom’s birthday which is on the 1st of January, anyway, I’m digressing… as I was saying, it suddenly hit me; 2 years ago Jimmy Lee Lindsey, a.k.a. Jay Reatard passed away. I remember when I first got the news, I was in Glasgow in my seedy, shitty, tiny flat and my mate Andrew called me on the phone saying “Dude, Jay Reatard died”.

I couldn’t believe that, it was like it was another one of the Memphis enfant terrible’s antics, I mean it’s Jay Reatard for fuck’s sake, he must do something crazy like eating a bulb, hitting a fan, or dying. Fucking Jay Reatard what are you gonna do next to shock us all? Die? Of course you are, you dickhead.

Then, when I finally came to terms with that and realised that it was really happening, I felt so shattered and lost, I had seen him perform at King Tut’s like two months before. It was literally like a part of me died, you know that part that is pretty much all made of daydreaming and hopes and that you always put aside. I spent my whole life comparing my achievements to his, just to keep me going, and now? What the fuck am I gonna do now? I’ve always felt like I could relate to him and his music no matter what; my being a massive self-absorbed cunt, my contempt towards any single human being on earth, my social ineptitude, my  tapes of me hitting on a pot and plying an out-of-tune, offbeat guitar riff when I was 15 dreaming of being an awesome punk musician.

It was all there, in his songs, in words, in his actions, in his life. I’m talking first-person singular, because I’m writing this, but these feelings are the same for the both of us, and that’s why we are in a band together, because we are the only people who can stand each other (and we keep fighting anyway, cause we are natural born aresholes), and that’s why we share the same love towards Jay and his music.

Thus said we felt like we had to do something, pay our tribute to our favourite artist of this decade, so we decided to cover “Blew my Mind” by the Reatards. I’m really, really attached to this song, it’s from “Grown up, Fucked up”, 1998 or 1999 I don’t remember. I didn’t hear it until a couple of years later, but when I first played that tune… well, pardon the pun, it fucking blew my mind. That record really changed me deeply, maybe I’m just talking shit, I don’t know, who fucking cares, play it again and again because it’s FUCKING AWESOME.

By the way this is our tribute:

Blew My Mind by CANE!