Darwin Deez

We’re about to go deep within the convoluted inner chambers of Darwin Deez tour inside jokes. The squeamish should turn away now.

The fact is that I am a very clumsy person. I frequently bang my head against avoidable low hanging pipes or low ceilings. I knock things over. When I’m eating, I end up with food in my lap or on my shirt. After months of generous helpings of my clumsiness garnishing our tours, I came up with a phrase in order to categorize these occurrences, which is: “Classic Hoffy Bungle” (Hoffy being my nickname, an abbreviated version of my last name: Hoepfner). This became a popular tour phrase that has been going strong since this winter. The band eventually combined this phrase with the melody that opens Kanye West’s new album: “Can we get much higher?” (see previous January/February blogs that explain more thoroughly our interest in said album). So we have ourselves this weird little jingle that goes: “Another Classic Hoffy Bungle.”

I warned you we were going deep.

So, now that this first half of the narrative has been established, let’s go to Saturday night, May 14, at Medina Apartment Hotels in Perth. We had just finished an exhausting day playing the final GTM festival in Bunbury, complete with SPF 30 sunscreen mixed with sweat dripping into our eyes while onstage. I crawled into bed at 8pm and eagerly initiated a 12 hour sleep. A few hours later, our drummer Greg crept into the room. “We’re going up to Darwin’s room to hang out and have some snacks, bud,” he gently informed me. “You wanna come?” “No thanks,” I mumbled into my pillow. I slept ’til the next morning.

It was only a moment ago that Michelle filled me in on what Greg had neglected to tell me. That night, the band was actually having snacks with ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI. It happened that the “Another Classic Hoffy Bungle” jingle was stuck in Michelle’s head. She was singing it to herself that night, and at some point Kellie Sutherland from AiH caught on and began singing it herself.

I am so bummed that I chose a 12 hour slumber when I could’ve been listening to Kellie from Architecture sing MY JINGLE. I have been digging that girl and her delicious “Give it to me, baby, give it to me”s (from the AiH song “Hold Music”) for YEARS now. Oh, Kellie, can you hear my disappointment? (through your Google Alerts, perhaps?)