Monthly Archives: March 2015

Sunday, April 5 @ The Riot Room (KC, MO) w/ DCTV + Swearing At Motorists + Josh Berwanger Band

Next Sunday, April 5th, at The Riot Room, Schwervon! will have chance to share the stage with some really cool bands including our local soul brother Josh Berwanger and good friends Hamburg Germany: Swearing At Motorists. DCTV (pronounced detective) is a French-American post-punk band formed in Los Angeles in 2012 by Vivarock and Fiat Lux. The group has been compared variously to Stereolab, Sonic Youth, Mission of Burma, and “post-Nico Velvet Underground with Debbie Harry on vocals.”

See you there.

Stop trying to put a hat on it… Sun. Mar. 22 / Soundpony, Tulsa, OK #Schwervonpoetry


Tell a story on your walls
Swing your weight around the balls

Beat your drum proudly
Your true loves will always dance
The advice of grilled cheese
Black swans and tired parrots

David Bowie is a cat I met in Fayetteville
And endless balls of yarn
Dangle from the clouds for him

Stop trying to put a hat on it
Googly eyes bullshit
Get sick of being cool
Stop trying to wrap a scarf
Around this town

Stop settling for room temperature
Heat things up
Beat your chest
With broccoli branches
Swiss chard

Love can bring things to a boil
Maybe you don’t deserve desert

But if there is one thing
On this brown planet
That no one can deny you of
It’s the warmth of love

No deeper shade of red
No paler shape of night
No paternal memory
No surreal exploding T-shirt
Black boot or
Re-verb drenched guitar
Love people

You all deserve it
Every little nasty bit
Get used to it
Get loose to it
Spread it around
Take a bight

(This poem was recited for the first time on Sunday, March 22, 2015 at Soundpony in Tulsa, OK)

The scariest ones are the scarredest… Sat.March, 21 / JR’s Lightbulb, Fayetteville, AR, #Schwervonpoetry 


Fish in a fish tank
Fish on a plate
Fish in the bathtub
Swimming all around me

Playing by the crooked rules
No wires, no hooks,
And no digging straps

Documentary film making at it’s best
Sitting back
Riding the road
Taking the turns
Swinging from the trees
Not beating the shit out of things

Junk yard wrecking crew
Pull gently and push rigorously
The dogs are afraid of me
Until they get used to my scent

Everything feels so expensive
In chilly evenings
Things get colder
And more beautiful

Connect the spots on the sidewalk
Follow the pathetic that
Reveals itself to you
Always remember
The scariest ones are the scarredest

Sometimes the best
Conversations at parties
Are with the lampshade.
And the cat

(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday, March 21, 2015 at JR’s Lightbulb in Fayetteville, AR)