Biografia:
WHY AM I WRITING THIS PORTASTATIC BIO?
By Tom Scharpling
Why? Because in the bio for BRIGHT IDEAS, Portastatic’s amazing 2005 full-length, my name was mis-spelled. Here’s the offending passage:
“Portastatic first achieved delicacy in 1992, when Tom Sharpling, proprietor of the fanzine 18 Wheeler, persuaded McCaughan to release a 7” of the recordings he had been making for kicks in his kitchen.”
Sharpling? It’s S-C-H, guys. What happened?
Read more on Last.fm
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Autumn Got Dark - Portastatic
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tabbed by: Jeff
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B
And autumn got dark so fast I know
A E
We're stitching up the seams, make it all a dream
B A E
And the truth just goes hoo
B A
So much for the way you held my hand
E B
And all our shining plans I gave alluding
A E B A E
Up with filthy lungs, slipping back to rungs we left below ooh
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B
Autumn was a lark to you I know
A E B A E
A turning of the key, a breaking of the weekend of the slow ooh
B A
Now everywhere I look I get depressed
E B A
I think I'll wear a dress to disassociate myself from them
E B A E
Oh but then again how would you know ooh
C#m
Oh and your red wagon
C#m E B E B
I hope the wheels fall there soon
C#m E B E B
We see our world come crashin and you're still trying to sell the moon
C#m E B E B
doo doo
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B A E
Autumn got dark so fast I know
Autumn Got Dark - Portastatic
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tabbed by: Jeff
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B
And autumn got dark so fast I know
A E
We're stitching up the seams, make it all a dream
B A E
And the truth just goes hoo
B A
So much for the way you held my hand
E B
And all our shining plans I gave alluding
A E B A E
Up with filthy lungs, slipping back to rungs we left below ooh
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B
Autumn was a lark to you I know
A E B A E
A turning of the key, a breaking of the weekend of the slow ooh
B A
Now everywhere I look I get depressed
E B A
I think I'll wear a dress to disassociate myself from them
E B A E
Oh but then again how would you know ooh
C#m
Oh and your red wagon
C#m E B E B
I hope the wheels fall there soon
C#m E B E B
We see our world come crashin and you're still trying to sell the moon
C#m E B E B
doo doo
B A
So much for the summer of the shark
E B A E
Autumn got dark so fast I know
Porto Latino
Porto Seguro
Portugal
Posdata
Posies
Postino (Italy)
Postmen
Postmodern Jukeb (...)
Posture & The Gr (...)
Pot