For Inspiration & kreative Gesellschaft


The last five years in my life were five of the best. That stemmed primarily from the wonderful, warm, creative people I met while living in Berlin. From them came a sense of community, of shared endeavour, and a constant buzz of inspiration.

It was those things that led to the formation of the artist collective, A Headful of Bees, and next week, my delightful and fabulously talented colleages are running Do It Together workshops as part of Berlin Music Week. So if you’re in town, why not go along and pick up a dose of that fantastic momentum that I got from these people? The underlying concept is learning how we as artists can be our own music industry. We’ve seen it work for the shining beacons of DIY/DIT like Amanda Palmer; find out it if can work for you!

5€ gets you into as many sessions as you want on the day (Friday the 7th for the Bees’ workshops), and to be sure you don’t miss out, you can pre-book your tickets here.

And then, to feed your inspiration further, why not check out a splendid assembly of Berlin’s finest singer-songwriters at Lovelite?


And if that’s not enough, there are special Berlin Music Week Sofa Salon living room concerts on the 5th and 7th! So much shiny in such a short time! Be sure to have some surgical-grade duct tape on hand, in case your heart explodes with delight!

Stories from the corner of your eye


I’m delighted to announce the first performance for a new collaboration between lina paul and me. We met at The Sofa Salon last year, and seemed to both get a sense that we could cook something up; here’s what we have on the stove:

Stories from the corner of your eye

Gelegenheiten, Weserstrasse 50, 12045 Berlin Neukölln. (U-Bhf Rathaus Neukölln)

Friday, 18 March at 20:00.

the dreams of the insomniac, the echoes of voices in abandoned places, personal faultlines in reality… lina paul and mr oCean seek out the stories that flit unnoticed at the edge of our vision or dance in shadows, and with music, song, spoken word and odd noises, bring them out into the light to feed your curiosity.

lina paul’s minimalistic music and soundscapes are like spider-webs – delicate, yet disproportionately strong – and the songs and tales they catch are never ordinary. mr oCean’s words sketch views from old windows and distorted mirrors and his music is drawn to cold shorelines and broken buildings.

It’s been exciting to not only hear our words and music coming together in new ways, but also to have this extra push to get pieces finished, which had been lurking at the edge of my mind for too many years. And this is your chance to hear shining new pieces we’ve put together specifically for the show. We’re massively looking forward to the gig, and also to further developments!

This is how we look on radio…


Eric Eckhart on KenFM (“Jungle Ken”) on Fritz radio (Berlin/Potsdam), 30 January 2011, with Ken Burke and mr oCean.

Schneeliebe (a rousing reprise)


December has made a very impressive start in Germany.

First Snow

It is the soft new world, formed in a whisper,
tiny wonders breathing through the trees,
both chaos and perfect geometry.
It lays a hush across the city
and all would do well to listen.
It takes all that we hold to be real, unchanging
and solid, and grants us one more chance
to make every detail over again.
It is the childlike play of wind spirits,
laughing silently as they follow and scatter.
It dresses us in sky, puts stars beneath our feet.

mr oCean, Dec. 2010

And with this splendid white fanfare of Winter across the city, I am delighted to invite you all to Eric Eckhart’s final concert of 2010, accompanied by Sam Wareing and me.  It’s at St. Gaudy Cafe, Gaudystr. 1, Berlin Prenzlauer Berg.  It is also the cafe’s 1st birthday, so will be a kicking affair.  Get there early for drinks and maybe even a spot of nosh, and then we’ll belt out some tunes from about 20:30.

To sample the musical delights awaiting you, and to read the latest tour blog entry (the snowy delights and warm hospitality of Munich and Stuttgart), pop by Eric’s electric website.

And while I’m wielding the announcement shoehorn…  I’ll be premiering my new song at Joe’s Bar’s open mic on Tuesday evening (7 Dec.) – Schönhauser Allee 157, Berlin Prenzl-Berg, starting 21:00.  And come along to Meaganfest on the 11th: friends have organised this to raise money for an expat shoehorn-wielder who’s currently in hospital.  It will be 12 hours of music, poetry and comedy, and probably a goodly measure of madness and booze.  I’ll be spouting words sometime in the afternoon (details will follow when available).  The Community Space @ Schlesische Str 38, Berlin Kreuzberg, 2pm-2am.

Eric Eckhart Acoustic Trio at Art.Gerecht


Regular readers will already know of my enthusiasm for the splendid rootsy and emotive music of our Mr Eckhart, and may recall that the marvellous Ms Sam and I have been performing alongside him as he introduces his new album to the world.  Our next show is on Friday evening at Art.Gerecht – one of my all-time favourite music venues and a lovely cafe as well – soft and cosy and always sounding dreamy-good.  This concert will feature some surprises for those who’ve heard us before, and abundant goodness for people new to the sounds.  Please come along and bring your posse!

Friday 27 August, 20:00

Art.Gerecht,  Jungstrasse 14, Berlin Friedrichshain

Free entry!

If you like electric calendars/reminders, you can find the gig on Facebook and MySpace, too.

Hoping to see you there!

If the list were a tower…


If Best Things Ever were bricks and I were building a tower from them, I would be wishing about now that I had made much much more substantial and deep foundations.  This weekend backed the truck up and just kept on unloading, and now the tower is listing dementedly*.  The Sofa Sessions, assembled and hosted by the wonder known as Ms. Sam Wareing, was a whole weekend of shiny.  Every performer delivered those moments that make you forget you have a physical form.  Those I’d heard before were at their best, and those newly discovered have me well aboard their respective trains.  The accoustics of the living room are great, and it’s such a beautiful experience to hear the music directly, with no mics or mixing desks in between; it also really shows off the quality of the performers.

Friday evening opened with Mesalina Trio, who were already great but seem able to keep taking it up another level.  When Christian and Sam came in for harmonies on “Nu” was my first evaporation for the night, and there were many to follow.  Their songs have been on high rotation in my head ever since (not at all unwelcome!), and their finishing up with Sam’s jubilant “Planet Sized” was like launching fireworks, and what better way to open the festivities?  The whole set was a joy, and a really polished performance from all.  Do keep a look-out for their gigs: a really rich mix of styles and songs that could be described as like an emotional roller-coaster, but enjoyable.

I’d not heard Lady Gaby‘s piece (from Overland – sorry, don’t know which issue) about a particular feisty Romanian clear spirit before, but I reckon it’s the best I’ve yet heard from her.  A great, flowing and at times amusing look into another society and a personal trans-global journey.

Simon Eugene‘s opening piece was another mr oCean evaporator.  Soulful finger-picked guitar and quite a unique vocal style – able to be at once both sweet and raw.  There were tender pieces and rockin’ pieces and a big stupid grin on my face throughout.  Looking forward to hearing more.

My set went over nicely.  As Grand Salvo pointed out today, one does feel quite exposed, standing so immediately before an audience, but the vibe was just so warm that it wasn’t at all intimidating.  This seems a good time/place to thank Becky at SAND for the editorial push to rewrite “To the Edge”, and also send my warmest thanks to Valerie for her speedy and splendid German grammar help with “ein Winter Aquarell”, and also to Pauline and Bettina for helping with the final polish thereof.  Both poems were very nicely received – the latter, even by people who were quite vocal in their distaste for long, cold, grey Winters.

Eric Eckhart delivered a perfectly executed guitar accompaniment on my poems, “The Happy Plant” and “Lines”, before assembling his band and filling the room with more musical goodness.  I realise that my review of his album is still waiting patiently to be written, but maybe I can give some impressions here.  The thing that I think best summed up his set was watching the faces in the audience: you could see how his music really gets through to people, connects with their own stories.  That’s probably what I love the most about Eric’s music – the way it conveys a sense of looking in on a pivotal scene in a tale.  I’m also enjoying that every time I hear him live, there’s something different in the arrangement/band.  It works beautifully all-accoustic, here as well as at the album launch, and Sam’s harmonies added some really nice shivers in my arms.  And the bass and cajón filled things out jolly nicely, too (esp. when I didn’t have my guitar tuned for the right song).


I’ve been seeing Kiki Brunner on a few gig listings of late, and was jolly pleased with what I heard from her at the 2nd Sofa Session.  Very tidy and bright bass and electric piano accompaniment and good, heartfelt pop.  Fun to watch, and I found “Untrennbar” especially groovable (you can get a taster of it on her MySpace).

In addition to the beautiful “ear-worms”, “Housewife Accomplice” (some of my favourite ever lyrics in that one) and “Planet-Sized” (bliss!), Wasp Summer evokes emotion by the barrel.  “I Hope You’ll Mend” – about fathers and daughters – breaks my heart gorgeously every time I hear it.  Her vocal range has had my jaw agape many a time.  And playing solo in a living room gives every song that extra sharp edge of honesty.  Watch out for her with Lena Tjader in the U-Bahn stations of Berlin, but do hope you have time (and, of course, monies) to spare should you happen upon them.

Wasp Summer

Bocage are a French duo, which for some reason made me expect electro, which they were not (although there are some cracking remixes on the double CD I picked up – “Bon Chemin & remixed”).  Again, a perfect set for the venue – fairly minimal instrumentation, beautifully put together.  The semi-accoustic guitar has a funky fatness to it, but is also capable of a spiffing marimba impression.  The melodies had the lilt and evening feel to them that I associate with and love about chanson.  And when they whipped out some unexpected harmonies, there went the top of my head again…


Christina Maria has a pretty black guitar with a feathered headstock (it also sounds nice) and a fantastically powerful voice that, every time I thought was pushing out the songs at its limit, took it up another level.  Very tidy pop songs, but the best for me were those moments when the guitar shifts from under the voice, which then leaps from it like a glider, and then the two come together again, flying.

I’m listening to Grand Salvo on MySpace as I write this, and can heartily endorse your doing the same.  Or if you’re in Melbourne, go see him perform!  And buy his records.  His music has an Iron and Wine vibe about it (I don’t think I’m just distorting my view on account of his beard) but a different tone and style.  The delightful common ground is in his story-evoking lyrics.  There’s something in his delivery, too – the lilt to his gentle voice and the mellowness of the classical guitar – that makes every song a scene that unfolds before you.  I saw lots of open spaces hosting intimate moments in his music today.

Daniel Hoth is a name I’ve seen in a lot of announcements for Berlin poetry events, but this was the first time I’d caught an earful of him, and I’m dead chuffed this finally happened.  Even with my quite rudimentary German, his poetry is richly visual as well as jammed with philosophy, wit and wonder.  He has a great command of rhythm, and it’s abundantly clear why he’s a slam champion.  If you’re German, I expect you’ll get even more out of his poems, but even if you didn’t understand a word, I reckon you’d still feel like you’d taken a pretty damn good ride.

Miranda Gjerstad is an amazing songwriter – the lyrical density of Augie March with the vocal gymnastics of Regina Spektor.  And when you add Lotta Fahlén and Jens Fløyd to the performance, you get harmonies and intertwining melodies and stories that turn your heart to fireworks (they both also happen to be splendid songwriters, too).  The arrangements are often spacious and minimal, but there is a richness to them that’s like looking really closely at a plant and noticing all its intricacies.  I would so love to gush a whole lot more about them, but I just don’t have the words.  You have to hear them.  Go and visit them on MySpace.  And if you’re in Berlin, listen to them live!  They were a perfect, perfectly blissful end to the festival of goodness that was The Sofa Sessions.

Finally, it would be remiss and entirely inadequate of me to neglect the visual arts.  Neil Leslie‘s slide-mounted collage miniatures gave me a wonderful sense of gadgetry and somehow implied a soundtrack, Christina Fischer‘s piece distinctly delivered an open space, seaside feel, Leena McCall‘s charcoal “Flesh” series have a dramatic B&W photo look to them, abstracted beautifully into almost sculpture by the composition, and Daniel Skornicka‘s sepia photos gave Berlin a dreamy sunset-drenched shine.

I must also add that the audiences were fantastic, too.  Really in to the performances and gave the room a great sense of community, which is a goodly whack of what the Moabiter Kulturtage were all about.  It’s a brilliant feeling to be reminded that there are a lot of jolly pleasant people about (in addition to a lot of jolly talented people).

* Thank-you very much, Mr Thompson.