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An Audience With Tom​á​s Ford

by Tomás Ford

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Josh Thillagaratnam Tom's work to me feels like a theatrical celebration of a place that I love & hate at the same time. He's playfully cynical and his performance as a singer is top class. Favorite track: I Feel Dirty.
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    Released March 12 on Box Records via Firestarter Distribution.

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1.
Nice 03:52
Nice to see your eyes are on me. I can feel you undressing me and I can taste it Nice you know I’m in control. Your attention’s under patrol so don’t you fake it. GET OUT OF MY FACE OR ELSE I WILL FUCK YOU UP AND YOU WILL TASTE MY PAIN NICE NICE NICE NICE Nice to kiss, stroke, grind and fuck when I’m with you and it’s half your luck if I can break it down. Nice to have boundaries, innit? Everybody’s got their limit and I embrace it. Nice to play games with your mind, finish up and leave you behind. No, you guys make it.
2.
I Feel Dirty 02:59
I’m coovered in sweat and beer blood is seeping from my knee to my jeans my home is so far away fraom here and the adrenaline is wearing thin. I’ll be on public transport, suffering regrets about this show. All your applause will count for naught when I know that the smell won’t wash from my clothes. OH, I WANT TO GO HOME WITH YOU! I FEEL SO FUCKING DIRTY! I FEEL DIRTY, BABY! I WANT TO RIDE YOUR WASHING MACHINE! I’M ALL COVERED IN SHIT! I FEEL DIRTY, BABY! I didn’t bring deoderant. Now I wear the scent of old rock ‘n’ roll. Now a clean shirt is all I want, then we can talk about what you’d be into. I’m a mess. Look at me, I’m a mess. What a mess. Oh, I’m dirty. I’m so dirty.
3.
Control 04:01
ControlControlControlControl ControlControlControlControl ControlControlControlControl ControlControlControlControl This is like Jamster: The Live Show! Playing out my future ringtones. I’m why people hated disco! Play my elevator electro Jacking off my outsized ego With you all numb from too much alcohol. I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF I CAN’T I FEEL IT Come on and I’ll teach you to act slow; just ignore all that you don’t know and boogie down in my front row. Let’s all pretend like we’re so cool when all this looks like is a high school when the irony’s over, you’ll be a tool.
4.
Six Times 03:43
I can’t say sorry. Microphone’s at my mouth but I don’t know what to say. Got this pain in my gut and it won’t go away, ‘cause I can’t say sorry. I can see what I’ve done; it’s what I always do so I know everything you’re going through, still I didn’t do it I didn’t wanna do it SIX TIMES YOU SHOULD’VE STOPPED ME AT FIVE I DON’T HAVE TIME TO STOP MYSELF AND ASK WHY I PUT MY TRUST IN YOU TO HELP ME SURVIVE; IT’S THE SIXTH TIME I can’t say sorry. Well, we’re consenting adults, you could see where this would lead. It’s a social contract you may need to re-read. MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME! MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGISE TO ME!
5.
Rockets 03:57
No, I agree, Sir! My live show could be better with my production values higher. I should have lights and rockets! Oh, Sir! They’d shoot behind me trailed by glitter I’d blind crowds with my spectacular! So perfect! Don’t reduce me to that I just need connection I don’t want your fireworks in my way. LOOK UP IN THE SKY! LOOK BEHIND ME! IT’S A WATERFALL OF SPARKS AND ROCKETS! FOCUS THE SPOTLIGHT! CUE THE GLITTER CANNON! FORGET CONNECTION AND THROW SOME MONEY! OH! No, I agree, Sir! Be my recoupable investor! I’ll be your slave and willing debtor for lights and rockets! Don’t reduce me to that I just need connection I don’t want your fireworks in my way. SO BRING IN THE DANCERS! THE LUDICROUS SET PIECES! INTRODUCE MY GUITARIST MY KEYBOARDS AND DRUMMER! LOOK UNDER YOUR CHAIRS! THERE’S FREE GIFTS FOR EVERYONE! ‘CAUSE I DON’T WANT YOUR FILTHY, FILTHY MONEY! If Sir insists on throwing money, put the drinks onto his tab! This party will be epic! We’ll down slab after slab! So go talk to the bar staff! Tell ‘em everything is free! Oh, they don’t usually do this, but they’ll do it for me! Now, look out in the carpark, he’s bought cars for all of you! After all his corporate bullshit it’s the least that he could do and when you’re all rotten drunk and driving your new cars home at least you’ll take more from this than just rockets going kaboom! Rockets going kaboom! Rockets going kaboom! Rockets going kaboom! Rockets going kaboom.
6.
Cuddle 03:46
If I’ll stop alienating you for one second we can cuddle. Grab somebody close and hold them. We all need this. Closer, huddle. WHY’D I (WHY’D I FORCE YOU) I FORCE YOU (WHY’D I FORCE YOU AWAY?) AWAY? WHEN I (WHEN I NEED YOU) I NEED YOU (WHEN I NEED YOU TO STAY?) TO STAY Hold close, jump together, look in their eyes Then in my eyes. Swoon and snuggle. Take a deep breath and sigh it out. I’ve stressed you out. Let’s not battle. Your body is enfolding me You’re holding me together.
7.
Vice 04:26
This song was too easy to write. Eyes worn out and bleary, dehydrated from last night. I look like I’ve been in a fight. Not that I’d remember, except in that I’d know I’m right. Should I get through this, I’ll stop forever. A LIFE IN VICE WITH NIGHTS OF HEIGHTS AND DAYS OF LOWS IN THROES OF BLOWS OF CHUNKS WITH HUNKS OF SELF RESPECT AND I DON’T THINK I’M FINISHED YET IN BARS AND CARS WITH JARS OF SCOTCH MY BRAIN DECAYING AS I WATCH HELPLESS UNLESS PRESSED TO STOP The party was probably alright. Don’t know, I didn’t make it, played my set with blurry sight. Onstage it was painfully bright. Don’t want to see or be seen but still I can’t turn down the light. Please don’t offer me a drink. I don’t need it. Good God, don’t offer it to me. I’ll take it. Oh. And I’ll be drinking without thinking. Sinking...
8.
There’s no reason, it’s what I do. Performance hurts me more than it hurts you. On top of your threats and the way that I bruise I self flagellate until my ego is through. Was there enough eye contact when I shook your hand? Was I more witty and charming than tonight’s other band? I‘ll be sulking hours after my load’s been blew Running over all my interactions with you. When the party’s over it’s a come down down down down. It’s a comedown. A comedown. UP, NOW. I’M GONNA BASH MYSELF UP NOW. I’M GONNA BASH MYSELF. BASH MYSELF. I’m a beautiful man and I adore the mic but I won’t feel that love three hours after tonight I’ll feel like someone’s drunken uncle when I think on the show, congratulate myself on a new all-time low. My cartilage is dying from the jumping every night. My self respect slumping from my being so trite. When the bottle is empty and I finally pass out, I have nightmares where I die in front of crowds.
9.
Too Far 03:50
Was it all too much? Did I go too far? Too far? I’m sorry ‘cause I didn’t want to hurt you or harm you. I can’t control how things unfold; I want to. I should do. I planned this to be different and then I’m on you, pushing you further, further, further, that’s too far. That’s too far. You know, you could say if I go too far, too far. Well, obviously this act is meant to scare you, confuse you, but it’s just a game, it shouldn’t traumatise you, unless you come in with heavy baggage it won’t phase you, I just wish you hadn’t seen the show I took too far. that’s too far. That’s too far too far too far too far. No, no that’s too far. That’s too far. No, no no no that’s too far. That’s too far. Please, please don’t tell your friends that I go too far. Too far. I can’t connect with people that I need to, I’ve got to, I used to talk to others, then I withdrew, I get through on nothing but the knowledge I’ll play for you. I implore you and I promise I won’t push you all too far. That’s too far. That’s too far too far too far too far to far. Ha! Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaaaargh! No, that was too far. That’s too far. Yeah, nah, that’s too far. That’s too far. I shouldn’t need, I shouldn’t need to be told. That’s too far. I’m a bit embarrassed if I’m honest. That’s too far.
10.
You look scared but I’ve only ever hurt someone five times. And that was only by accident and that just might be a lie but I know exactly what I’m doing with you Is this a bad time to mention I don’t have no insurance, not that I think it will matter what do you think could go wrong? You know I have your best interests at heart. You paying attention? I wouldn’t wanna up my average. You look scared but I’ve only ever hurt someone five times and then I drove him to hospital. Oh yeah, I bought him a drink and then I even signed his cast! Well I should mention that the cunt wasn’t paying attention? Oh, but you’re paying attention, yeah? You wouldn’t want me on your arse. You paying attention? I wonldn’t wanna up my average? Smashed his wrist with my fist, bashed his lips, now he lisps after three he hit me, so for four I broke his jaw I crushed his skull to the floor. Got to five, pulled a knife, felt alive, cops arrived, running for my life and he’s running for his life, yeah. You look scared but I’ve only ever hurt someone five times. Oh and it was no accident. I’m full of rage and lies. And I know exactly what I’m doing I know exactly what I’m doing with you.
11.
No Reaction 03:00
You’re casually disinterested all the fucking time so there’s no right time to start but at some point I have to and no surprises here I’m singing and dancing and electrocuting myself for your entertainment; here’s the fuckin’ exit wound and yes it fucking canes, but still. I’ve broken bones, smashed teeth, fallen off speaker stacks for you, but hey fuck it, oh, you paid your ten bucks? Keep chatting to your friends! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO STOP MY PUNCHES LANDING IF YOU DON’T LOCK YOUR EYES ON ME Out of all the audiences that I’ve ever had, tonight’s has got to be the worst, I mean what is it? Am I being shit or are you guys just fucked? Sorry, I’m turning into someone I don’t want to here but it’s really hard to maintain any kind of enthusiasm in the face of such total fucking apathy. Maybe I should get a band...? No. I keep hoping that all these shows will be a turning point where there’s no more lows and you’ll stop being such a self-involved pack of cunts. I feel affection for you but it’s confusing for me when I’m here working my arse of for an audience that clearly doesn’t give a shit. Not that you give a fuck. There’s no reaction. What? There’s no reaction
12.
Go Home 04:05
I don’t know why you came out here to hear me dribble shit but I’ve got my suspicions why you made that decision, alright? There’s no thrill in conversation with the wall and it’s too hard to call your friends though they all really miss you and they don’t know your fucking issue, alright? GO HOME. STOP LISTENING TO ME. Truthfully, I’d rather be at home with sambucca and my friends who could all do with some maintenance before friend turns to acquaintance. Alright? It’s not too late to change your plans this evening, you and I could disengage. In fact I doubt you’d give a shit if I turned this off and quit. Alright.

about

Six years in the making, An Audience With Tomás Ford is a wierdo masterwork; twelve slices of skewed electro-pop that catalogue the weirdness of Ford’s live show. The album takes listeners on a strange and twisted trip, from messy Youtube hit I Feel Dirty, through the crowdsurfing love-in of Cuddle and deep into the dark industrial disco of Five Times... it isn’t the kind of pop record that you can play at a dinner party, unless your friends are really messed up. But Tomás Ford rarely intends to be easy to take.

The album was be released in an initial limited run of 100 handmade copies on January 27, with the full national release occuring on March 12 to coincide with national touring.

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released January 27, 2012

Produced by Noah Shilkin & Tomas Ford.
Recorded at the Château Ford in Fremantle before mixing and vocal recording at Sonic Lolly, Margaret River Australia.
Mastered by Simon Struthers at Forensic Mastering.

Many thanks and high fives are probably required, as you can only really be a solo performer with the help of a thousand other people.
For this particular release, thanks to Eleesha & Preston for letting me ignore them in favour of finishing tracks, my parents for their enormous
support in realising this ridiculous record & creating some of the most amazing costumes I could ever hope to wear. And the rest of my family for just generally not being a shit family to be in. Geoff Baker for all the guidance, help, advice, recording, gear loans, friendship and radness. The Rosemount, The Hydey, Adventure World, FTI and RAWA Freo for keeping me cashed up and keeping me real.
In random order: David, Mark, Melanie & Daniel are the best pals a guy could hope for. Aaron, Paul & Tennielle at JumpClimb have kept me sane most of the last two years and Laith Tierney at Tyranocorp did a bang up job before that. Dominic Pearce & everyone at VIS Productions, John Aliaga, Tim Fey, Shaun Ferralorro. Props to Birds Of Tokyo, Bruna Chiovitti, Duckpond & Larry & Lilyworld, Kristy Pinder at PIAF, Artrage, Juniper at The Alley Cat, Abode, Pony, The Front, Birds Love Fighting, Firestarter Distribution, Semikazi, Deuce, the Cottonmouth committee, Shane Adamczak, Ze!, Xavier Michaeles, Wyatt Nixon-Lloyd. Big thanks to everyone at Drum Media Perth (individually and collectively), X-Press, Street Press Australia, Sharyn at FasterLouder, Dan at Spaceshipnews, Peter & Adam (and most people actually) at RTRFM, The Wire, WAM. Plus anyone who ever taught me anything, loaned me gear, mixed me live, booked my show or worked on a photo shoot, etc etc etc etc.

All songs & arrangements copyright Tomas Ford, 2012.

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