2.01.2016

Brother Dege - "Pay No Mind" Live

Trailerville now available at Bandcamp


My 2004, lo-fi, Instrumental album recorded in a Louisiana trailerpark is now available on BandCamp. https://brotherdege.bandcamp.com/album/trailerville

Info: Recorded in 2004 and initially released on CDR. Completely improvised and recorded in a southern Louisiana trailer park over the course of three days, Trailerville is the instrumental soundtrack to a non-existent film. Functioning like the counterpoint to Ry Cooder's Paris, Texas soundtrack, this 12-track, low-fi album is saturated with haunted ambiance and Deep South melancholia. Loaded with slide and electric guitar "sound-scapes," Trailerville captures the cinematic essence and meditative rural surrealism of the backwoods, farm animals, summer storms, wind-ravaged scarecrows, and midnight choruses of cicadas.

1. Welcome to Trailerville
2. Perchance to Dream
3. Auto-Erotic Fatalities with Power Hydraulics
4. Eating the Sacred Cow
5. Rainy Day Sleep Thru
6. Conquistadors of the Ouija Board
7. Elegy for a Dead Star
8. Time-Share Lots in a Hellhole
9. Still Life by Numbers
10. Dudes in the Wind
11. Isolation Drills
12. Bad Meditation Music

1.19.2016

ATTN: Europe


HEY, EUROPE. Brother Dege & The Brotherhood are coming back in May 2016 to lay the JAM down, but we NEED YOUR HELP in order play shows in countries we have never been: POLAND, ITALY, NORWAY, SWEDEN, UK. IF you know of any BOOKING AGENTS OR PROMOTORS in those countries or any others, please email me us DegeLeggATgmail.com

We're an independent operation with no fake money hype, so this is why we need you. Thx U.

For FRANCE/BELGIUM, HOLLAND, GERMANY/AUSTRIA, SWITZERLAND, & UK, please email:


Germany/Austria/Luxembourg
Magnetic Music:
info@magnetic-music.com

Netherlands:
Lexicon Bookings
Frank: frank@lexicon-bookings.com

Belgium/France/Europe:
Xavier Darasse xavier.darasse@gmail.com

Ireland & UK:
Peter O'Sullivan: peter@wordofmouthagency.ie
http://wordofmouthagency.ie/works/brother-dege/

12.15.2015

XMAS = All Three Brother Dege albums





ALL ALBUMS AVAILABLE INTERNATIONALLY: ITUNES, AMAZON, CDBABY, & OTHERS

FOLK SONGS OF THE AMERICAN LONGHAIR (2010, CD/MP3)
ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/folk-songs-american-longhair/id360143619
AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/Folk-Songs-American-Longhair-Brother/dp/B003BZK1CI
CDBABY: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/BrotherDege

HOW TO KILL A HORSE (2013, CD/MP3)
ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/how-to-kill-a-horse/id709715848
AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/How-Kill-Horse-Brother-Dege/dp/B00FJX97K2
CDBABY: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/brotherdege3

SCORCHED EARTH POLICY (2015, CD/MP3)
AVAILABLE: iTunes-US-Europe-UK-Canada-Australia-Turkey-Singapore-Russia-South Africa-Japan. Plus Amazon US/UK/Europe,
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/scorched-earth-policy-deluxe/id995619156
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Scorched-Earth-Policy-Brother-Dege/dp/B00Z0GEUR8
CDbaby: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/brotherdege13

Also available in Europe on Discolexique Records
http://discolexique.com/artiste/brother-dege/






































12.02.2015

ROADLOG: RANDOM SCENES



ROADLOG: RANDOM SCENES

THE LEPRECHAUN 
Bad Aibling, Germany 
There's a spa 
With a big sauna
Up the road from our hotel. 
One of the guys 
In our crew
Walked in the sauna,
Not realizing 
That everyone 
Was naked,
And caught an eyeful 
Of another guy's junk 
In his face 
as he walked in. 
"It looked like a leprechaun 
Jumping out of a bush."

PARIS
12 days ago
We were in Paris. 
Tonight we are Germany.
As we closed our set in Marsberg,
Sweaty, exhausted, delirious,
We were hit with the news 
Of the violence in Paris
Which unfolded as 
We played. 
Kent (bass) checked on his girlfriend
Who lives in Paris 
And who we stayed with 
When we flew in. 
Behind the sound 
Of beer bottles being tossed
In garbage cans 
And the laughter 
Of the lingering post-show crowd,
You can feel the buried tension 
And sadness 
That traffics in the subtext 
Of the modern world. 
This subconscious fear. 
Irritating and manipulative. 
It's turning everyone born 
In the last 75 years
Into a collective group
I'm going to herein 
Refer to as Generation Mongo. 

BERGEN-BELSEN
As we were walking through 
The former concentration camp 
At Bergen-Belsen (now a memorial),
In the distance
We hear the eerie sound 
Of German soldiers firing machine guns
In measured bursts
On the range 
At the military installation next door. 
I guess they were doing drills. 
The whole place is surrounded 
By a military base. 
It Definitely created an odd feeling
Among us 
As we were staring
Down at these mass grave sites. 
At first 
I thought 
Was that 
The machine gun sounds 
were being pumped 
In from speakers 
Hidden in the woods
Like some kind of solemn/weird 
Multimedia experience. 
"No, man. That's real."
And it was. 

WHEELCHAIR GUY
Karlsruhe, Germany. 
We park the van 
In an alley behind the club
To unload gear.
Foot traffic has to 
walk around van. 
As we're unloading,
A paraplegic
In a wheel chair rolls up on us
And begins vocalizing noises
That indicate anger & distress 
With his mouth.
Sort of fitfully expressing 
That he is there
And that we are blocking
his passage. 
I look at Greg, 
Point to the paraplegic guy
And say "Help him,"
Meaning shut the cargo door
To the van....
So that the guy can get by.
Frustrated
And not understanding me,
Greg throws his arms up,
"What do you want me to DO?!"
I'm like, "Just shut the door 
So he can pass through.
What did you think he wants 
A quarter for the jukebox?"
"Oh!"
Greg shuts the door
And the guy motors safely 
Around us. 

DOGSHIT
One day
Everybody in the band
Stepped in the same pile 
Of dog shit 
On our way 
To the van.

11.04.2015

ROADLOG: THE SHAME TRAIN TO HOLLAND



ROADLOG: THE SHAME TRAIN TO HOLLAND
10/31
Greg & I flew out of Nola.
Made the jump to Dulles/DC.
What a nutty airport Dulles is. 
Those jacked-up, monster truck
"mobile lounge buses."
Who's idea was THAT?
Fittingly it's located in DC. 
Next. 
Had Uneventful flight to Paris.
I popped a Benadryl
And slept on plane. 
Greg didn't sleep a wink.
And instead geeked out on movies 
And video games in the seat console.  
When we landed he was frazzled. 
Looked like the Cookie Monster 
In a wind tunnel. 
We grabbed bags & gear
And proceeded to zig zag our way
On trains
Through Paris,
Which is an odd challenge 
If you don't know the trains well,
Which we do not. 
After hitting a dead end of sorts
While switching trains,
We cabbed the rest of the way
To the northwest Paris suburb
Where we are staying
At Kent's (bass) GF's mother's apt. 
Mom's out of town. 
So we can crash there one day. 
Then we got to roll. 
We arrive.
Make small talk.
Sleep for a few hours. 
When we wake,
We research a plan
For Greg & I to get from 
Paris to Sittard, Holland
Where we'll stay for a few days
With my longtime friend & road manager Bjorn. 
I didn't plan this part of the trip out. 
For shorter, 5 hr jumps, like this,
My plan is always:
"We'll figure it out."
I'm not a big fan of over-planning,
Because no matter how much 
Planning one does 
Things are likely going to go to shit
At some point or another.
And when one under-plans
Certain elements of a tour
And leaves the possibilities open 
To whatever the universe is serving up
On that particular day,
You're not as pissed off
When things do indeed 
Go to shit. 
It's like, "Uh, we kind of had this coming.
No big deal. Move on."
Just as often nothing goes wrong
In those under-planned treks,
And you end up pleasantly surprised
At your crew's ability to improvise 
And adapt to a wide variety 
Of absurdly ridiculous challenges. 
If nothing else, 
It gives everyone 
The opportunity to high-5.
So....
Back to our goal
Of getting from Paris 
To our destination 5 hr north
In Holland. 
It becomes apparent that
Every means of transport 
(Plane, train, rental car)
For this trek 
Is uselessly expensive ($250-500)
Just for the two of us. 
(Kent is meeting us later in week).
Somebody mentions the possibility 
Of taking a bus. 
A bus?
"Europe has buses?"
Not a bad idea. 
It's one I hadn't considered. 
When you're in Europe 
You don't really think 
In terms of buses. 
Your mind tends to gravitate
Toward more romantic means
Of travel.
Even boats & ferries
Register before buses. 
After a quick internet search. 
We discover it'll only cost $100
To get me, Greg, & gear 
to our destination 
In holland. 
Very nice!
A bus it shall be. 
We purchase the tickets online
To depart early the next morning. 
With that done,
We head into the Halloween streets of Paris
To drink and explore.
At one point
We pass the location of the former Bastille. 
Europe is good for that kind of thing. 
"Hey, we're getting drunk on the site
Where hundreds, maybe thousands 
Of people
Had their heads cut off."
Happy Halloween. 
Around 2 am
We head back to apt.
I don't sleep at all
So I read. 
Greg snores away in the couch
Playing catch-up on the sleep
He did not get on the plane. 
Next morning.
Greg and I cab
Across Paris to the bus station,
Streaming past miles of graffiti.
The Tarot card walls of Paris.
Paris loves graffiti. 
We Arrive
With minimal hassle
We find our bus and load-in.
Bus driver is cool.
He nods at the guitars,
Gives us no hassle
About all the gear,
And mumbles something about 
Rock & roll.
"Oui, Oui," I reply.
Eyebrows scrambling.  
15 min later 
We're crashed out like dead men,
Sprawled across the seats,
Feet tangled in the aisle,
And rolling onward. 
Dreaming.
Fuck a plane.
We're on the Shame Train to Holland.