Monthly Archives: November 2016

Thank You, Pause 

Photo by Lippe

On behalf of Nan and myself we’d like to deeply thank the following people and places for making our recent tour a wonderful experience. Thanks to: Clare Frachey of Black Sheep Café, SAP, Nectar, Kate Ridge, Veronica at Blips & Chitz, Isaac Arms & the Extremities, Real Live Tigers, Single Player, John Hoffleur, Melanie Sheckels, Beth and Shannon at  The Listing Loon, Daisy Caplan, Donna Rubin + DougMcDiarmid,  Chuck Cleaver, The folks at Station P, Brian Hecht, Green Dreams,  Actorcop, Sasha + Autumn,  Jersey City Funhouse, Vincent The Owl, Posers, Crazy and the Brains, Sammy Just Sings Lazzara &  Julie DeLano at Scapegrace, Stephen Clair, Beacon Music Factory, Nora, Luke, & Dan at Shea Stadium, Toby Goodshank, True Dreams, Sic Tic, Windup Space, Rahne Alexander, Guided by Wire, Manners Manners, Supercity, Kristen Anchor, The Bijou Film Center, Herschel Stratego, Pete Curry, Ben Shepherd, Dawn Brooks, Jesse Jarvis, Joshua Horsford, Loraine Schroeder, The Station in Charlotte, NC, Faye and Dollhands, Sarah from Faye, Chris and Kim of Frigidkitty, Slo-fi, Prohibition Hall, Chris Steinauer, Wick and the Tricks, Sister Mary Rotten Crotch, Tyler & everyone at the Backspace in Fayetteville, Arc Flash, Psychic Heat, and everyone at The Bay in Warrensburg. And of course thanks to all our friends for supporting us by coming out to the shows and listening to our music.
I’d personally like to thank Nan for helping to put this list together. I’ve got a pretty bad memory for places and names and without her help the task would have taken me much longer. The truth is I’ve never been big on long thank you lists, mostly because I’m lazy, but partly because I’m terrified of leaving someone out. But this time the process of compiling had me reliving a lot of the nice moments we had.
During this last tour it has come to our attention that we’ve been doing this now for a while. It has been over four years since we moved to Kansas from New York and nearly 17 years since that first jam date at Context Studios in the East Village of Manhattan. I fondly remember taking turns swapping instruments between drums and guitar. We had no idea at the time that this band, let alone our relationship, would develop and flourish the way that it has. The world was a different place back then. A lot of things have come and gone but what has always remained is our love of playing together for friends and people we love.
As wonderful as this trip has been we have decided to take bit of a break from Schwervon! We will both continue to work on our other projects, so please stay in touch for that. We’ll try to keep you posted here or through our other social media. In the meantime we have an extensive back catalog that you may not be aware of. Feel free to check it out at our Bandcamp page:
Nan and I both thank you all for your love and support through the years and we look forward to seeing you all again sooner rather than later.


Matt & Nan

Show Poem: November 5, 2016 Warrensburg, MO @ The Bay #poetry 

Today’s bank tomorrow’s Starbucks
Yesterday’s International House of Panckes
Tomorrow’s Burritovulle

Motel 6
Super 8
23 skidoo
Cheese trumpet

There’s something on the tip of my tongue
That I want to put on the tip of your tongue

Eternity for men
The cost of quality baggage
Nervous clerks and
Confident pet owners

Cardboard boxes full of cardboard
Slow poke movements
Casting out the fishes
In search of larger nets

Kicke em when their up
Kick em when their down

Bored baby on board
All hail the bottom feeder
Number one sock puller
The king of the bean bags
Maker proud of the mothers

Hawk on a road sign
Sour cherry balls in a cup

Nothing inspires
Like a well lit audience

Razors back Guinea pigs
Spinning the wheel
Seeds of a sunflower
Coffee at the mall
Good will lampshade
The perfect boots

How is never far away
We’re gonna turn this thing
We’re gonna turn it right over
To the cold side

A microwave in every room
Pot in every flower

Perhaps it is time
Time for all the frost bitten vampires
To come home

Show Poem: November 4, 2016 Fayetteville, AR @ Backspace #poetry 

Tear it up
Burn it down
Blow it away
Fuck it all
Start over
Kiss it
Grow it
Feed it and clothe it
Listen up

This is my boner
Broken for you
Trumpoline on ice

This my hair
On oak mites
I can wash it
I can cut it
Do anything I’d normally do
I just look like I have hair
While I’m doing it

These are my children
That have to suffer now
Feasting on dust sandwiches

The loudest mouths suffer the most
Paying for all the risky business
The cheese between the bread
The chili peppers in the sky
The bottled violence
And contaminated water

I try to be a sweet man
Try to tap into that sweaty sweetness
That sticky man sap that
No elders respect

A party in the shadows
A tall man under my tent flaps
Learning to sign for the Def Leopard

DIY deploy it yourself
DIY destroy it yourself
DIY devour it yourself
DIY deflower yourself
the children and the oldies
DIY Dirk Diggler yourself

Pull it all together
Pull it all together
Pull it all together