We’ve only
just started to recover from what was an incredible weekend for CMK. For those
of you lovely ladies who partied with us at Pink GirlFest, THANK YOU! It was our favourite gig yet. We love it when
you get involved and rock out with us. Gents, we do believe that the ladies ‘out-rocked’
you this weekend, so you’re going to have to up your game ;).
Next up for CMK
We’ve been
pretty busy over the last few months with some big gigs. In between all of
this, we’ve managed to secure ourselves a pretty rad rehearsal space at Music
Connection’s Performance Academy. What does this mean for you? A whole bunch of
new material coming your way soon!!! On a side note, what is your favourite CMK
song? Let us know in the comment box below.
We’re also
in the early stages of a music video for our single It Only Takes A Second, and
our EP is in progress. Because we have
so much to do, we’re going to be keeping our gigs down to a minimum for the rest of the year. We have a few
gigs planned for the next couple of months though, so keep an eye on our ‘Shows’
tab at the top and come jam with us!P.S. – Check out our new ‘Song of the Week’ on the right and tell us what you think… homegrown talent for the win!
Much love...
CMK
In memory of those affected by the tragedy in Kenya this weekend...
“To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, how can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
― Ellen Bass
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, how can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
― Ellen Bass
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