!!Attention!! This date was moved twice because of student’s exam schedules… but we’re definitely playing friday night April 21st at 8:00pm-10:00pm for about an hour and a half…
Heiled they, in the Baths of Caracalla
pbutterfly.bbs.xilu.com
Chengdu based Rock band Proximity Butterfly
For the release of their 3rd album "ARCANA - n.pl. secrets; mysteries"
Thanks for coming to the Hemp House and the Little Bar shows these past two weeks. We really appreciated the turnout. The Hemp House had close to 400 people… It was a shame that the show was cut short. If we had known the bar didn’t have a performance license, we would’ve worked harder to get one. But all in all the show was beautiful, emotions riding well alongside the warmth that filled the room; really nice communal feeling.
The Little Bar show went really well also. I was silly and forgot to send an email about the little Bar show; We all had a good time though. Douglas, Melissa, Brian, Ludan, and Reed (whose Band name changes every show so I don’t know what it was) did a really nice set with saxophone, piano, hand drums and clever poetry. I think we’ll have to put together a circus group for the summer and tour together. Very special. They set the stage for good creative ears…
The ceremony went well… good strength and positive energy. I remember specifically being very moved by "Like Snow". It seemed as though, out of the blue, everyone knew the words… It made me cry, right there on stage… really, thank you Butterflies.
Our next line-up of Shows moved around a bit:
Venues will be announced soon.
(Also if you know of any city or place we could play, please try contacting us at proximitybutterfly@yahoo.com )
On Friday, April 7th, six Chengdu Bands (Idolum of Eddy, Bad Apple, Sound and Toy, Dim Nova, Proximity Butterfly, and Ashura) did an Ed Sullivan-like television spot for CDTV-15. The filmed with a live studio audience and asked a bunch of funny questions. One in particular I liked was when they asked me if I had ever heard Chinese music before. Well, previously I had just told them that I lived in Chengdu for over 4 years… and on top of that we were there with five other Chinese bands. So, obviously I have. My sarcastic response might not take well with some… but that day I really had a good time, really had fun! It isn’t often that we all get together like that, these bands, and talk and laugh and share ideas. Hard work sometimes results in less time spent socializing, so being with them all made m feel really good.
There are two viewings of the shows. Unfortunately the first showing was last Sunday, April 9th, but next Sunday at 8:00pm GMT- the 16th- Bad Apple, Proximity Butterfly, and Ashura will be aired!
So, arcana has finally been released. You can get it at the Little Bar (Yu Lin Xi Lu, Chengdu, China)
questions/comments to: proximitybutterfly@yahoo.com
New, from www.proximitybutterfly.com "The Packeys" mp3.
pack (pak)n. a group of persons or animals; a gang.
Lyrics:
Here we are, lonely in this fading house of greys.You know, what goes up, must come down. This voice of man trails off in their whailing reigns. Go now,get up, you little birdie! Here we are… How many of you know if you’re a packey or not? Do I say…? Do I speak clearly now? How many of you know that you’re the king of this little world… Go now,get up, you little birdie!
Feel the packeys go down, the packeys go down Feel, and watch them fall the packeys go down, the packeys go down
hey little darling, you saved me only once, again…
Proximity Butterfly presents its new Website and a list of upcoming shows.
Arcana Chengdu Mini Tour
March 25th in front of Carre Foure, Chengdu 5:30pm
March 31st at the Hemp House, Dongmen Daqiao 9:30pm
April 8th Little Bar, Yulin Xi Lu 9:00pm
April 12th Mingzu DaXue (Minorities Univesity) TBA
April 19th ChuanYing Meishi Yuan (Sichuan Art University) TBA
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Arcana China Tour Coming in May…
For the release of their 3rd album "ARCANA - n.pl. secrets; mysteries" Chengdu based Rock band Proximity Butterfly prepared a special show in the Hemp House, which just for that night will be a bit remodelled: the bar will be transformed into a stage, an additional sound system will be installed, if everything works out the concert will be filmed with 5 cameras at the same time.
3月31日
麻糖 变色蝴蝶专辑首发专场演出
变色蝴蝶乐队专辑首发专场演出
嘉宾演出:DJ JOE & MC DOUGLAS
同时举行CARL PARKER的摄影展
门票两种方式:
1, 10圆单买门票
2, 20圆购CD一张免门票,并送啤酒一瓶.
地址:东门大桥,东方时代广场三楼 麻糖酒吧
中文
2006年3月17日
甜舌随堂派对
变色蝴蝶乐队专辑首发专场演出
嘉宾演出:DJ JOE & MC DOUGLAS
同时举行CARL PARKER的摄影展
时间 2006年3月31日
地点
麻糖酒吧
东门大桥
东方时代广场三楼
门票两种方式:
1, 10圆单买门票
2, 20圆购CD一张免门票,并送啤酒一瓶.
变色蝴蝶
变色蝴蝶的新网约
http://www.proximitybutterfly.com/
小电影
http://grouper.com/mtg/gmediaroller3.swf?f=http://grouper.com/rss.ashx?s%3d0%26q%3d264168%26c%3d1
图片
http://www.proximitybutterfly.com/pix.html
中文的bbs
http://pbutterfly.bbs.xilu.com/
英文的blog
http://proximitybutterfly.blogs.friendster.com/proximity_butterfly/
派对电影
Proximity Butterfly Video Gallery
To select the video you would like to view, click on the image link above.
Well, it is February already and the world keeps pounding away at itself with wars and women and cigarettes and pious dieties. And the weather here hasn’t changed much. It is supposed to get warmer. But every time it is supposed to get warmer, it gets colder for a few days to remind you how warm it will get. There are a few things on the plate for the next month. We will release our second album soon… very soon.
Proximity Butterfly has released three discs so far, the first cd- released in two varying discs, god’s love of guns and whores in 2005, was all self-produced, recorded and distributed. In the second pressing it included two new songs: prophession and I don’t know II. The third disc was a vcd of Kill the Popstar 2005 which also included short video clippings of the Butterfly Movie to be coming out in August of 2006.
Proximity Butterfly’s new album contains 8 songs for an hour of colorful and adventurous sounds… You should definitely sit back and listen carefully to this one. So, I’ll just let it speak for itself…
"In living organisms, the individual [component] exists immediately not as a part, but as an organ in which the universal as such has its present existence. Hence in murder, it is not a piece of flesh as an individual entity which is injured, but the life itself within it."
"An old proverb rightly says, ‘The stone belongs to the devil when it leaves the hand that threw it.’ By acting, I expose myself to misfortune, which accordingly has a right over me and is an existence of my own volition." pg 148 Elements of the Philosophy of Right by Hegel (Ed. A.W. Wood)
We are in and of a class bordering
The lowest of the middle
The highest of the low
A town resting upon the peak
Of a lighted hill,
Lit by the rockets and missiles that
Bombard the valleys below.
Eliot is right,
“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind on dry grass
Or rat’s feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar…
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
Yet for these of you that heard your last bang, I say
Our light shines quite warmly.
From here…
Light sprouting from their approximate
Points on the horizon
Showering the Hades below, the plagued
Dangerous and incredible matter of their custom.
Bound by warlord and the gravity of bullets
We’re all tied to each other’s misery
And let’s not forget also to each other’s peace.
A confused parallel surrounding our exterior, peace and satisfaction.
Walls of these houses are no longer frozen, but
Torn down and humiliated
Fractured and playfully run into the ground.
People are not toys, pawns, or shields of power.
They are soldiers, precious and valuable,
Necessary to the state and its losses.
Commoditized in whirlingly frantic moments of pressure, and
Praised when they suit the image of flowers
A garden of muses and infantry.
Babies born of black and helmets on the inside
Of their skulls, to keep their wills safe from other
Adventures of quixotism and calm.
Enjoy the solace and sadness of your garden,
While we alight in it the glory of your
Buffoonery and docile wit.
We are in and of a class that shakes
Darwinism from our sociology,
Celebrates difference, applauds choice,
Determination and leisure…
We will never rise to such positions of authority,
However, to cure this commerce of life.
We’re to smirk at our advantages and toy with those
Skills that make our existence known to others.
The night draws nearer, and only
Light from the window and valley below
Illuminates the page enough to ridicule its puzzle.
You hear me. I know you do.
For we have walked this valley before,
And I swear your memory remains vivid.
I trust you like a child; and fame exists
Nowhere in here, so our bond is our blood.
Not of type or romance, but simply of blood,
Blood that slows the salmon in our streams,
Yet gives them a footing to climb to the top,
Procreate, dissolve, wither and last Forever.
We are in and of a class, bordering
The lowest of the middle
The highest of the low,
A town resting upon the peak of a lighted hill,
Lit by the rockets and missiles
Bombarding the valleys below…
Biography- The Writing of a Man
“I should live no more than I can record, as one should not have more corn growing than one can get in. There is a waste of good if it be not preserved.” Pg 596 The Creators by D. Boorstin
What questioning and prying goes deep enough into the eye to unlock an image and source of what an individual is? It is true that we can’t ever fully know anyone or anything, for the question of knowing is limited by the fact that we have only a singular perspective in knowing that subject, requiring our descriptions to embrace a kind of ignorance before knowledge can even be sought after. People experience only their own convictions, ones that they may not even gather as establishing who they are; how we think and where we choose to go when our self-inflicted governance has already been set in motion becomes the more curious anecdote.
Our goal here is not to seek an omniscient almighty or to encourage circles of faith, whether in the chicken or the egg. What is left to be captured by exploring these cages and caves of seemingly sporadic shifts in the individual’s emotional attention? It has all been done before, the steady and miniscule dissecting of one’s life and time, a psycho-analytical approach to comprehending the causal relationship between a human being and the mind he or she possesses. The questions pile higher than the replies… so seems the world of this humane and ground-breaking ever-present…
For it isn’t so much as to whether we can learn bout the man and his mind, his ’self’, but from what perspectives or point of departure can we begin to see this man? We must choose to see this man in some way. Our disposition can only last for so long before our judgment comes out of its child-like state and declares what that man is. After all, he is. However, by perspective and relativity are we even capable of seeing "what it is to be" a man? Are we fooling ourselves into believing that a man can be known? I couldn’t say that I "know" myself if this means to define oneself… Isn’t the question itself a hook, a dead hook, to latch onto you and keep you chasing shadows in a room full of candles? Let us say that a definition is not required at all, but that observing the man is enough, recording him, documenting his space and time to the point where the reader begins to question the fiction of the author yet never doubts his authenticity. Authentic. Singular. Sincere record.
This man toys with what most men take for granted, much like a virus prospers in a place most foreign to its own. He chooses his self so as to abandon the modern for the moment in order to warm ancient impressions in his super-conscious, stir them about and re-envision them as resolute, complete. He then begins to, in this new feeling, recapture a fresh instance of the modern, to see the now in a new light, a light that says "we’ve seen these thoughts, behaviors, and problems before and we know what happens." He looks into the ancient and hears the ringing tones of what ideas meant and under what conditions they were believed to have existed. We see in our recovering of the past different motivations behind ideas of friendship, patriotism and freedom. What we learn most from our past is this cure from knowledge, called forgetfulness… keeping the present ever-exciting and on the edge of itself…
