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eerohz

eerohz

eerohz


to speak of eerohz is to two speak of two people called benjamin. one portuguese, the other english. but then eerohz now (august 2010) is not the two of them, but just the portuguese one, living in england. benjamin silva-pereira always thought he would be one day in a rock or pop band, on his teen years. growing up in a small town in the north of portugal, near porto, recluse most of the time, he couldn't play or learn how to play an instrument. Read more on Last.fm
to speak of eerohz is to two speak of two people called benjamin. one portuguese, the other english. but then eerohz now (august 2010) is not the two of them, but just the portuguese one, living in england. benjamin silva-pereira always thought he would be one day in a rock or pop band, on his teen years. growing up in a small town in the north of portugal, near porto, recluse most of the time, he couldn't play or learn how to play an instrument.

so he decided to learn how to play the radio through the night. it was during this learning experience that he realised he couldn't be a pop star. gay, depressed, petite, with inferiority complexes, musically analphabet... instead he learnt the names of exotic people and places coming on the wireless, maria joao mauperrin and jorge lima barreto were/are his musical taste parents.

they taught him all he likes now: experimental, improvisional and above all, electronic music. he learn how to write and read with fernando pessoa and company of heteronims, sophia de mello breyner anderson, al berto, eugenio de andrade. for benjamin silva-pereira poetry and literature is as important as music and painting and photography are, at the same level. never excelling at absolutely nothing, he decided to keep all that he never shown to anyone.

i know this because i am very close to him. benjamin silva-pereira is the son of a castrator and a dressmaker, a combinaion of misery and being raised in the hard line of the vatican catholicism. he studied in public schools, growing up to like the portuguese writers, and then when he started growing pubic hair he turned himself into a pseudo communist and he read the great russian and soviet writers. then he discovered william s. burroughs, after duran duran and indochine.

he wrote poems in sebentas, old paper notebooks that he lost. he started painting but didn't have any talent. he worked in cork production factories, automobile electrical wire manufacturing and in a stroke of luck he founded a pirate radio. he made the inaugural speech and thought it was important.

by this time he knew how to play the radio. laurie anderson and telectu were marvellous surprises as the solo work by david sylvian. he started writing for local newspapers and working as an announcer and radio programme producer and all went well until he refused to play kilye minogue... he moved to the united kingdom in 1995 and the story goes that he collapsed into himself, as usual, and didn't do much.

then he bought a laptop and the universe kind of opened. sony xmc music maker program is his best friend since ever. meanwhile he wrote novels that people can't read and tracks no one finds pleasant to listen to... in 2006 he found benjamin croaxford, a much younger man with similar tastes and life and they formed eerohz, supposed to be the new pet shop boys, but that didn't happen. their first demo and video was called 'a white film' and had 296 views on youtube. in 2009 an old idea assaulted benjamin silva-pereira, the so-called catalogue of wonders.

eerohz was just an excuse to re-start the project (born in 1985.) if you want to know more please go to catalogueofwonders.eu and take a look. PART 2 > a codex of nostalgy and spleens in the shape of one/two un-non-existent people/band! strange? we've seen worst! this is a tiny little article about two men called benjamin that formed a band called eerohz, that split once and then the non-story of that one eerohz with one benjamin that never existed too, well, that's the way or one way to say it. if at the end of this scribblings you understood something about it, please write back and explain it to us. avanti! eerohz was an amalgam of inventions, pseudo-artistic inventions ¬ fodder for onanism ¬ l'entretiens des fous ¬ a clown, two clowns that happened to share the same christian name - benjamin (s) b-square ¬ eerohz was an amalgam of inventions, pseudo-artistic inventions ¬ fodder for onanism ¬ l'entretiens des fous ¬ a clown, two clowns that happened to share the same christian name - benjamin (s) b-square ¬ considering themselves ugly ducklings they didn't show themselves ¬ they used images of porno actors for their demos ¬ it didn't work ¬ once they thought they would fall in love with each other ¬ that didn't happen ¬ as eerohz didn't happened ¬ les memoires des jours dans la plage, le soleil et la nudite ¬ masks and behind the masks more masks ¬ they thought they could produce techno tracks (they didn't) ¬ they tried to be human league mixed with fad gadget (they were crap) ¬ the english and the mad dog ¬ the portuguese and the tears ¬ in the end only the tears survived ¬ french tears ¬ benjamin is portuguese ¬ benjamin is english ¬ they are not anymore eerohz ¬ croaxford went to have babies ¬ silva-pereira persists in giving tears away (an old habit) ¬ eerohz, what is that? ¬ heroes ¬ 'heroes' ¬ eros ¬ herois ¬ heras ¬ eerohz ¬ r.i.p.

¬ vanita vanitas ¬ eerohz was an amalgam of inventions, artistic inventions ¬ blue athletic boys for pictures ¬ visual masturbations ¬ entertainment for the fool, the foul ¬ hera ¬ era ¬ oz ¬ nasty feedback, noise out of colected manure ¬ but then eerohz became for a little while, eerohz ¬ hero ¬ odd ¬ eerohz, a pastiche, a vanglorious little dream, a surface rippling in acid tears ¬ then it was silence ¬ there is silence ¬ now ¬ silence ¬ it will be silence ¬ there will be silence ¬ les poetes son morts, la pluie chant ¬ d'amour sur la ville ¬ a feather of a pigeon, an open book, an empty book of memories ¬ a stain of coffee on the page ¬ swirl the piano ¬ echoes and the songs of the moon never written ¬ the dreams on the lunatic asylum ¬ images and of images the sound of silence or the silence of sound ¬ abort ¬ abortion ¬ nadomorto ¬ born dead ¬ the full moon is the faithfullest of companions ¬ ripples ¬ the pregnant noon ¬ eerohz, here, reflected by non-sense and emptyness and very bad recordings ¬ no moon, no melodies, no siren, no remembrance ¬ if you go to myspace and look up for eerohz, yes, they are there with some plinky plonky very forgettable musiques ¬ b. Croaxford never wanted to be photographed and he choose to be the blue boy looking at the stars soviet kind of propaganda macho, enigmatic, there and distant at the same time (that’s why one night b. Silva-pereira wrote a song/verses about blues boys riding horses! The text must be lost or somewhere – linda, would you search for ‘blue boys’ on the tera computer? Thank you darling!) after linda found them we realised the blue boys thingy was/is absolutely stupid and very badly written – but as this is about someone and something that came to be – oops, hehey! – here they are (blue was the choice of colour for their nasty horrible promo cd’s) ¬ / BLUE DANCE KIDS PIERCING VIOLETS CRAZILY ON A DREAM like house luminous blue dance kids, unclothed smiles and nothing but a palimpsest of joy violet dance kids remembering cunningham’s silence or a cage interlude violet dance ephebes pulling branches riding glittering horses on spring moon dance boys of gold pubescent genitalia adoring Bacchus and phallus – parenthesis: burroughs on a street of london through the invisible lens of the snake jarman’s hold, shattered glass blood shit cut-up reality, medusa’s head, ivy dipping dope, slit wrists, scrying sages on a black alley, the screeching of homey and rum on some sailor’s crotch, oh, oh, vidal smiles and smokes a cigarette (around 1948 in paris), almada’s nakedness on a pedestal rising pederast narcissus of egypt and wooed by imbeciles, reflexes on the river’s muddy waters balancing dreams and forgotten flames [enters orpheus crying for a lost Clepsydra:] / the end of a story wandering (or wondering?) immortal flesh proud in sorrow praises of liars twilight of desires, flesh immeasurable HEAVENS… / gold dance men kissing cocteau’s mirrors on a bright garden of silence golden dancing satyr fornicating ariel’s oak quietly startled. / black nubian dance man erecting genitalia ejaculating stars, black egyptian god dancing around a fire of flying poems: I salute the foolish man and woman, ashes of ashes! / obliterating the angels oh, what a strange ADAGIO depending on laughter and a queue of symbols forced upon one, what a strange oblivion, TRANSFORMATION (absolutely naff, obsolete and meaningless, don't you think?) ¬ 53 seconds left ¬ don't forget to save ¬ what? ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ ¬¬¬ dub echoing 53 ¬¬ the queen is dead ¬ on the right hand side you can see the only authorised photograph of benjamin croaxford old of a few years ago, so it is very possible that he grew up, doesn't smoke anymore and is not a hoody anymore.

yes the top says 'vans' or 'swans', we are not sure at all. above you can peruse through some of the graphic work that mister croaxford produced along the years of eerohz first incarnation (2001-2009) - yes, he is supposed to be the blue imposing boy on that sleeve on the left hand side (but we can not recall the photo shoot, even if we have a very nice copy framed on the corridor at home.) the orange/red portraits is the other benjamin, the silva-pereira, that one early morning wondered naked around the flat and produced those images for his first film called 'the wordS' (that you can have a sneak view (naked and all, wow!) on his facebook page, and other more un-naked bits on youtube (yeap, eerohz.) so, are you getting any of this? did they exist or not? we presume they did, but we are not sure. the fact is that eerohz collaborated with bipolarbeats in two songs, 'lithium' and? can not even remember, oh, 'luciano berio's chair'. but then that was after b.

croaxford left the duo immersed in disappointment and unglorious frustrations. no surprise there. the second incarnation of eerohz, the non existent band, was very short indeed, very vey short. apart for the aforementioned two songs with biploarbeats (little snapshot on the right) nothing worth of note was composed or produced. that saying, on last wintry december mister silva-pereira went to his coccon back to portugal, found his very old revox and came up with four ambientish and very poorly recorded and worthless four tracks based on his readings of french poets.

they are part of a little data dvd that he, sometimes plays alone in the living room while reading even more french poetry. so, eerohz are and were not any kind of valuable contribution for the wondrous world of music and arts, just a little accident that could well be mistaken with a bad piece of fiction. alas, could have been worth. there are not many facts about the two benjamins and we are glad this is over.

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