Sorry, there are no White Fence dates.
A new morning is shining through the gauze outside the window — an eternal morning, a next-day-of-life moment that’s always occurring, if you take the time to notice. Tim Presley’s White Fence, informed by the extreme polarities of punk rock and psych, brings forth songs like no others. Two years on from his solo missive, the sense that something has cratered and someone has walked away, somehow alive, is heavy in the air. With I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk, Tim Presley meets White Fence, and together, they move on.
I quit the Temptations in Los Angeles, and got an apartment in San Francisco.
I now live on a street surrounded with blurry characters & walking human clouds of static.
The ground on my street is glass, nails, needles and pins/piss.
There are beautiful fowers though.
The sound of buses, cars and voices iron my brain to a nice hum.
This city, is now a bull constantly poached by the bullfghter. The Torero
keeps chipping. It’s alright for me… now...despite this.
I can actually feel this city, and what it has said to so many others.
As a human, and as a ghost.
I started writing songs for this album in a small rural town in the UK called Staveley. I was staying with Cate Le Bon there during winter. While she was there going to school learning how to build & design furniture out of wood, I started writing on her piano. Staveley is in the Lake District (Northern England) and everywhere you look is the most beautiful serene British landscapes. Your eyes go quiet.
I came back to SF to record, but first I had a fervent dream that Johnny Thunders asked me to be honest & simple with this album, and why dolphins were not given arms. I booked studio time with a very talented fellow named Jeremy Harris and we worked together out of a studio in the Dogpatch district of SF (owned and run by Paul from the UK band The Bees (or in US....A Band of Bees). Because I can only play the piano like a 5-year-old, Jeremy was able to learn the songs on piano, keys and fnesse the parts, including most drums and also record/engineer the whole album. Also playing on the album, is S.F. Mission district native Dylan Hadley who plays drum on two songs: “Until You Walk” & “Forever Chained” and H. Hawkline adding guitar and vocals on “Phone.”
I have to re-learn how to walk. The poppy stomp. I’ve been tethered to a hawk, that I must feed on the dot. Many people get, and many people need. I can’t believe what I now hear and what I now read. It’s funny how the human moves, it’s desperate how the fog seeps through. San Francisco the city, is an artist that had become rich off one masterpiece painting, but still conficted & inspired, trying to shake the blue. I needed to remember my heart is plausible, and not a closet of hornets & fies. Even though closing my eyes can still bring me to my knees, I think love and inspiration will lead me to free. Through life’s cycles and movements you get re-taught, but still everyday I must feed Larry’s hawk.
Love, Tim Presley, 2018