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    Founded in 2010, Dear Telephone are Graciela Coelho, André Simão, Ricardo Cibrão and Pedro Oliveira. They were inspired by the 1976 short-film “Dear Phone” by Peter Greenaway, to express their will to decant soap operas and cheesy pocket paperback dramas through hard, frugal, minimalist compositions.
    Their first EP "Birth of a Robot" was released by PAD in March/2011 and presented live in venues such as, Theatro Circo, Hard Club (with Anna Calvi) or in festivals like Optimus Primavera Club, Milhões de Festa, among others. They’re included in the compilation "Novos Talentos Fnac 2011" and represented Portugal in the August 2011 edition of "Music Alliance Pact." They spent the end of 2012 in the process of composing their first album – Taxi Ballad - which was released in May 2013.
    This year of 2013, as well as part of 2014, was mostly dedicated to the album tour, from small theatres such as Centro Cultural Vila Flor – Guimarães or Powerlunches – London, to bigger concert halls like Casa da Música, to major festivals such as Primavera Sound - Oporto. The band ended the tour in 2015, with a series of concerts in venues such as Centro Cultural de Belém – Lisbon and a mini-tour in Belgium.
    2016 was spent composing the second album, recorded in 2017 by Nelson Carvalho at Valentim de Carvalho Studios (previously EMI Studios), set to be released in october.

    Formados em 2010, os Dear Telephone reúnem Graciela Coelho, André Simão e Ricardo Cibrão e Pedro Oliveira. Inspiram-se no nome da curta-metragem de Peter Greenaway “Dear Phone” – 1976, para deixar expressa a vontade de decantar soap operas e melodramas de bolso, em composições duras e frugais.
    Editam o primeiro registo em março de 2011 pela PAD, o EP “Birth of a Robot”, entusiasticamente recebido pela imprensa e apresentado ao vivo em salas como o Theatro Circo, Hard Club (c/ Anna Calvi) ou em festivais como o Optimus Primavera Club e Milhões de Festa, entre outros. Integram a compilação “Novos Talentos Fnac 2011” e representam Portugal na edição de agosto 2011 do “Music Alliance Pact”. Ocupam o final de 2012 no processo de composição do primeiro longa duração - Taxi Ballad - editado em Maio de 2013, ano que dedicam integralmente à tour de apresentação deste registo, do Centro Cultural Vila Flor – Guimarães, Casa da Música até ao Optimus Primavera Sound.
    Em 2014 fazem a estreia fora de Portugal, no Powerlunches -Londres e preparam simultaneamente os concertos de encerramento da tour – que termina no final de 2015, com uma mini-tour na Bélgica e passagem pelo Centro Cultural de Belém.
    2016 foi dedicado à composição do segundo álbum, gravado em 2017 com Nelson Carvalho nos Estúdios Valentim de Carvalho e edição agendada para outubro do mesmo ano.

    Discography

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    PAD, 2017




    ANDRÉ SIMÃO electric bass · electric guitar on tracks 1, 5, 6, 7, 9 · keyboards on track 3 · piano on tracks 2, 5 · vocals
    GRACIELA COELHO keyboards · vocals
    PEDRO OLIVEIRA drums · percussion
    RICARDO CIBRÃO electric guitar

    FERNANDO RAMOS alto saxophone
    ROMEU COSTA alto and baritone saxophone on tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 7,
    ALEXANDRINA SARAMAGO, ANA SOFIA VINTENA, JOSÉ FERNANDO VALE, NUNO AREIA and RITA FERNANDES vocals on tracks 1, 2, 4, 8, 9

    All tracks written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO, GRACIELA COELHO, PEDRO OLIVEIRA and RICARDO CIBRÃO
    Saxophone arrangements written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO
    Vocal ensemble arrangements written by NUNO AREIA
    Lyrics by ANDRÉ SIMÃO

    Recorded, mixed and produced by NELSON CARVALHO at Estúdios Valentim de Carvalho · Paço de Arcos, PT
    Mastered by ANDY VANDETTE at Andy Vandette Mastering · New York, USA
    Saxophone and choir recordings by JOSÉ ARANTES at our rehearsal room

    Photography by ANDRÉ TENTUGAL
    Styling by CARLA PONTES
    Design by GRACIELA COELHO



    Released October 27, 2017



    SIDE A
    1. FUR
    2. SLIT
    3. AUTOMATIC
    4. CUT
    5. NIGHTHAWKS

    SIDE B
    6. TURNOVER
    7. FROM THIS PLACE WHERE I AM STANDING
    8. VIEW
    9. THE FIRST PERSON EVER

    Taxi Ballad
    PAD, 2013




    ANDRÉ SIMÃO electric bass on tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 · electric guitar on tracks 1, 2, 6, 7 · keyboards on track 6 · vocals
    GRACIELA COELHO keyboards · vocals
    PEDRO OLIVEIRA drums · programming
    RICARDO CIBRÃO electric guitar on tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 9 · keyboards · lap steel guitar on tracks 4, 7

    Extra special guest TIAGO C. field recordings on track 9

    Tracks 1, 2, 7, 8 written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO, GRACIELA COELHO, PAULO ARAÚJO and PEDRO OLIVEIRA
    Tracks 2, 4, 5, 9 written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO, GRACIELA COELHO, PEDRO OLIVEIRA and RICARDO CIBRÃO
    Track 3 originally written by GILLIAN WELCH and DAVID RAWLINGS
    Lyrics by H. GONELIGHTLY

    Recorded by JOSÉ ARANTES, assisted by JOÃO BRANDÃO, at Estúdios Sá da Bandeira – Porto, PT
    Vocal tracks recorded by JOÃO BRANDÃO
    Mixed by JOSÉ ARANTES at l-house – London, UK
    Produced by DEAR TELEPHONE and JOSÉ ARANTES
    Mastered by JJ GOLDEN at Golden Mastering – Ventura, U.S.A.

    Photography by SÉRGIO MOURA
    Design by GRACIELA COELHO and DEAR TELEPHONE



    Released May 6, 2013



    1. O DEAREST KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
    2. THAT VIOLIN LESSON SUCKS
    3. REVELATOR
    4. FIT AND PROPER
    5. SUNSET PRINT ON POSTCARD
    6. EVERYTHING WE KNOW
    7. LET ME REST ON YOUR COUCH
    8. HARDLY THE KIND OF STUFF TO INSPIRE SOCIAL CHRONICLERS
    9. PASSENGERS

    Birth of a robot
    PAD, 2011




    ANDRÉ SIMÃO electric bass · electric guitar · vocals
    GRACIELA COELHO vocals
    PAULO ARAÚJO keyboards · sax
    PEDRO OLIVEIRA drums

    All songs by ANDRÉ SIMÃO, GRACIELA COELHO, PAULO ARAÚJO and PEDRO OLIVEIRA except "Close my eyes" by ARTHUR RUSSELL published by Rough Trade 2009
    Lyrics by H. GONELIGHTLY

    Recorded and mixed by JOSÉ ARANTES at c-house – PT
    Produced by DEAR TELEPHONE and JOSÉ ARANTES
    Mastered by FREDERICO CRISTIANO at 4º à esquerda – PT

    Design by GRACIELA COELHO and DEAR TELEPHONE



    Released March 21, 2011



    1. THE DOOR WAS WHITE
    2. A BAKER'S DOZEN
    3. PROVIDENCE
    4. HARDLY THE KIND OF STUFF TO INSPIRE SOCIAL CHRONICLERS
    5. CLOSE MY EYES
    6. THE HOUSE WAS DEAD

    Stream







    Cut

    Fur

    Outside, It’s dark and warm
    From here, nowhere to go
    Those bright eyes protect the alley
    Gloom

    Under charts and tables,
    It goes on and on and on,
    Between shifts of magic
    My expensive coats torn,
    Damn those thursdays and the moon,
    Oh how I hate mondays

    Outside, it’s cold and silent
    Dressed up, safe and smiley
    Waiting, for the 22
    Downtown

    Slit

    What if I wake with a rumble
    Shall I dive in-to my cloak
    Just another cold-feet morning

    Breeze from the highway
    Sliding through
    The slit, just above my window

    What if I hit, the road
    Poetry
    Left out, dimming as the sun shines

    Automatic

    Late-night shelter
    Roof-top pool light
    Shoe, cross canvas of glass and tenfold

    Worn-out rugs
    And wooden faces
    Blue vest let down among the traces

    In this drag, where I roam
    New, feels like home

    Watch it all from 21 st floor,
    As a flash goes cross the sky
    And I, walk out the threshold,
    Rising through

    This white empty ghostly room
    It’s just another start

    In this trail, where I roam
    New, feels like home

    Cut

    Harry is a killer
    Molly is passing by
    Higheels over cracking leaves
    Close up in her eyes

    Rain is pouring, wind is blowing,
    Lights are fading one by one, now
    Hard smoke on the set

    Penny is a kisser
    Henry is lonely
    Steps drumming the sidewalk
    Close up in her lips

    Rain is pouring, wind is blowing,
    Lights are fading one by one, now
    Fake smoke on the set, cut

    Nighthawks

    Monday night
    Swinging on a ledge
    She enters, quick on the trigger,
    On the edge of the counter,
    Her eyes are lost, looking like...

    ... Those strange man on table seven
    Asking for trouble
    Seen through this broken mirror

    In the sun,
    Shadowplays are telling me stories
    Anyone, in fake leather
    Dyed in true colors

    The kids are allright
    Dancing on secrets
    Been wandering all night
    If I should call, to send you best wishes
    But it’s to late
    And I still have some dishes to do

    Turnover

    Holding still
    Turning around
    Waiting, heedful

    It’s a rat’s faded track
    Could be, just a dancer in the dark

    Holding back
    Moving around
    Cut and run

    Just a trouper on the frame
    Is it just a glance,
    From one of million faces

    Oh, this is just my cool
    Coming, going, coming, going
    Holding down
    Turning around
    Slowly

    Just a trouper on the frame
    Is it just a glance,
    From one of million faces

    From this place
    where I am standing

    From this place where I am standing
    I watch the planes, softly landing
    There ain’t much to say about it
    All in all it’s just that, well,
    Nevermind now

    From this place where I am standing
    A thousand cars in peerless lining
    After all it’s just that it feels quiet

    Lying down,
    With feet sat on the ground
    I can’t see but you

    From this place where I am standing
    I count the trains, such gentle giants
    Oh wait!
    Who’s that gorgeous stranger passing?

    View

    Is this town the place to be
    Around your house no thrust you see
    The lights are out

    Is this town where I should live
    Between the murk and certainty
    The lights are withering

    In this thin windowpane
    My eyes reflect the view

    The first person ever

    The world is all about
    Seemingly happy
    People like me
    I want to hold hands
    With the first person ever

    Taxi Ballad

    O dearest knight
    in shining armour

    O dearest knight in shining armour
    I wish you didn't buy that horse
    I’ve booked a flight
    to New York City
    I’ll be leaving in the morning

    I do wish you told me sooner
    You were planning on saving me
    I’d surely try to change my flight
    Make sure I had some extra time
    The saving of me can put up
    quite a fight
    There will be tears I’ll need to cry

    And the swearing
    and the cursing too
    Then the waking up into the light
    And thanking you for being there

    O knight of mine,
    you come too late
    I wasn’t counting on being saved
    My week is kind of booked ahead
    There is a tone of things
    that I’ve got to do

    Some thousand miles
    away from you
    I do admit I was impressed
    No one ever tried to save me

    And the horse you got
    is really pretty
    But I’ll be flying in the morning
    O knight of mine,
    try to take this right

    I wasn’t counting on your chivalry
    At least you have a horse
    to keep you company
    Let’s try and save me
    some other day

    That violin lesson sucks

    Hey you good looking,
    What’s with that book
    you’re reading?
    I’m all pretty dressed up

    Hey you good looking,
    That violin lesson sucks
    And its 10 in the morning

    I know, you won’t bite my hands
    It shows, you would not chew
    a bubblegum
    I know

    Hey you good looking,
    Your French is just parfait

    Hey you good looking,
    you just making me blue
    like the silk shirt you have on

    Gliding through the sidewalk
    raindrops won't dare touch you
    the ground craves your feet
    I know

    Hey good looking,
    here's bad looking
    come on by, some time

    Fit and proper

    Wake
    Walk out the hotel room
    Off to paris
    To meet my agent
    I need a break, Sam.
    There's a life out there
    Luxurious gardens
    For curious cats

    Gaza strip,
    With a finger gun in my pocket
    Double dip, at the Royal wedding
    Road trip, across Africa

    Having a beer with same old Tom
    Here comes Johnny, his jokes are the best around

    Hey Sam here
    Just got a call from Berlin

    Everything must be ready by Sunday
    I bought your pills, a decent hat
    Your beard will most certainly be a mess
    But I allways carry a razor

    Sunset print on postcard

    Corny sunset print on postcard
    I won’t cry no river
    Poetry can only hold me back
    I’m up to something bigger
    than ourselves

    Be my
    Guitar
    Plugged in
    Played hard
    Twisted
    Broken
    Screaming
    Bended
    Smiling
    Asking
    For trouble
    Be my
    Guitar
    Sunburst
    (fire)

    Everything we know

    There’s a crowd at the door
    But as soon as they
    see you we’re in
    Music’s playing, we know that song
    And walk along the dance floor
    Across the room and to the bar
    I need a drink,
    don’t need to tell you
    You always know exactly
    what I want
    When I want it
    Everyone we know is here

    Can’t really hear
    what you’re talking about
    The light’s too dim,
    music’s too loud
    I can think of a million
    different places
    We could’ve gone tonight
    But this is you and we’re together
    It makes me strangely proud
    To be the one walking you home
    When all the lights are out

    Let me rest
    on your couch

    Suddenly the wall
    that I’ve been climbing
    Seems to end at the top
    of your house
    I must have made a wrong turn

    To walk away and end up right where I started
    Tomorrow, I’ll go
    Yes tomorrow I can go

    I’ll knock on someone else’s door
    But for the night, for just a while
    Let me rest on your couch

    When morning comes
    you know I’ll realize
    There’s really nowhere else to go
    But still I’ll walk,
    like I said I would

    I’ll knock on someone else’s door
    But for the night, for just a while
    Let me rest on your couch
    I promise I’ll be quiet
    I won’t make a sound

    Hardly the kind of stuff
    to inspire social chroniclers

    I left my trench coat
    on the closet in the hallway
    Please find a way to return it to me
    You don’t have to call me up
    or anything
    You know I’m careless
    and I never hide my keys anyway

    I seem to remember leaving
    a polka dot dress
    On the floor by the window
    in the room we used to dine in
    Under the sofa,
    behind the curtains,
    I can’t really tell
    We always had issues
    on your house being a mess

    And look for me on all
    your bookshelves
    I’m pretty sure
    I’ll be lying all around
    Hiding in a paperback edition
    of The Waves
    Or maybe on the cover
    of one of your Hemingway’s

    Like I said,
    we don’t even have to meet
    Just pack whatever’s left of me
    and leave it by the door
    Or help yourself in,
    one can never tell
    You may have left some of you
    on my house as well

    A toothbrush or a shirt
    or some self respect and love
    Hidden in a Tupperware
    your mother bought us both
    A comb or a shoe
    or some vows we swore were true
    Forgotten in a drawer
    of what used to be our room

    Passengers

    Door Bells
    Broken bikes
    Fences
    And rain

    Building after midnight
    Rates and drivers
    Lost your lighter
    Rush

    Square shadows
    And taxi ballad
    A river running nowhere

    8 million swimming
    The traffic rolling like waves
    Watch for undertow

    Building after midnight
    River after rain after river
    They say they've “got some questions to ask of you
    In your blue room”

    Birth of a robot

    The door was white

    The door was white, I saw
    a four hanging above it
    The windows were big,
    Big enough to look inside

    You said "it has no fence"
    But I was already halfway
    into the entrance
    There were empty pots
    all over the stairs
    Reminding us not long ago
    Someone actually lived there

    Hanging from the door
    was a set of keys
    And I had always been curious
    About these huge white mansions
    Coming right off the fifties

    This could be our house
    This could really be our house
    I figured if souls ever live on,
    This is where they’d be

    I found a bedroom Invited you in
    cause I foolishly assumed
    You and I were on the same plan
    But I guess I got you all wrong
    (Well, I’m only a girl,
    you’re only a man)

    Cause i turned around
    and you were gone
    This could be our house
    The door was dreamy
    and big and white
    The four hanging above it
    was such a sight
    I kind of hoped you'd say it back
    But you were gone
    and the house was dead.

    A baker's dozen

    This could be where the world ends
    Hands nearly not enough
    Intentions are overrated
    As are your eyes.

    We fall and dance
    But morning always comes
    It’s not my fault but
    We are see-through.

    I’ve got none, nor do you
    And that’s how words fade
    They don’t mean much
    Most days.

    And this could be
    Where the world would end
    We’d hold hands and hearts
    But we are see-through.

    Providence

    Let’s go out swimming tonight
    It’s perfect now to run away
    Let’s jump in your car
    and not look back
    I’ll come over and help you pack
    Let’s just drive and make no plans
    Get to the ocean and hold hands
    Bury our feet deep in the sand
    Lay back and wake up together
    Let’s chose the cheesiest
    motel room
    With pink wallpaper
    and red velvet chairs
    We’ll drop our bags
    and jump in the bathtub
    You’ll lean against me
    and I’ll wash your hair
    Let’s get the floor wet
    and not even care
    Let’s walk till we find
    a roadside cafe
    Eat breakfast with our legs intertwined
    Laugh so hard everyone will stare
    Walk along unknown streets
    Singing loud and drinking wine
    Let’s go out swimming tonight
    Then kiss our way back to bed
    Oh lover, let’s have our own room
    Let’s dance and howl at the moon
    Let’s pretend there’s nothing else
    But you and me and me and you.

    Videos

    Slit
    Cut, 2017

    Revelator
    Taxi Ballad, 2013

    Fit and Proper
    Taxi Ballad, 2013

    That violin lesson sucks
    Taxi Ballad, 2013

    Providence
    Birth of a robot, 2011



    Photography
    André Tentugal





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    11.11.17

    MAUS HÁBITOS, Porto

    04.11.17

    MUSICBOX, Lisboa

    26,27.10.17

    THEATRO GIL VICENTE, Barcelos

    14.08.16

    BONS SONS, Tomar

    26.12.15

    PRATA DA CASA | CCOB, Barcelos

    26.04.15

    KORSAKOV, Antuérpia / BE

    25.04.15

    CINEMA CARTOONS, Antuérpia / BE

    24.04.15

    ZEEZICHT, Antuérpia / BE

    24.01.15

    TEATRO RIBEIRO CONCEIÇÃO, Lamego

    09.01.15

    CINE-TEATRO DE ESTARREJA, Estarreja

    13.12.14

    CASA DAS ARTES, Vila Nova de Famalicão

    17.10.14

    THEATRO GIL VICENTE, Barcelos

    10.10.14

    CENTRO CULTURAL DE BELÉM, Lisboa

    09.10.14

    PASSOS MANUEL, Porto

    18.09.14

    Q MOSTRA | CASA DAS ARTES, Famalicão

    13.09.14

    NOS EM D'BANDADA | CAFÉ AU LAIT, Porto

    29/08/14

    THEATRO CIRCO, Braga

    25.07.14

    MILHÕES DE FESTA, Barcelos

    10.05.14

    TEATRO DIOGO BERNARDES, Ponte de Lima

    09.05.14

    POWER LUNCHES, London / EN

    17.04.14

    FUNDÃO MUSIC FESTIVAL, Fundão

    28.02.14

    TEATRO DE VILA REAL, Vila Real

    25.01.14

    SALGADO FEST | Maus Hábitos, Porto

    21.12.13

    TEATRO CLUBE DE ALPEDRINHA, Fundão

    14.12.13

    T.O.C.A. | MOVE 2013 - Especial RUM, Braga

    20.09.13

    FESTIVAL DE MÚSICA ALTERNATIVA DE BRAGANÇA, Bragança

    14.09.13

    FAST | FESTIVAL ANIME DE SANTO TIRSO, Santo Tirso

    13.09.13

    EXPEDIÇÃO | Maus Hábitos, Porto

    13.07.13

    CASA DA MÚSICA | Verão na Casa, Porto

    05.07.13

    ASSOCIAÇÃO VALE DE PANDORA, Vale de Cambra

    22.06.13

    SALÃO BRAZIL, Coimbra

    16.06.13

    FORTALEZA DE SAGRES, Sagres

    15.06.13

    GALERIA ARCO, Faro

    07.06.13

    AUDITÓRIO DA BIBLIOTECA MUNICIPAL, Barcelos

    31.05.13

    OPTIMUS PRIMAVERA SOUND, Porto

    11.05.13

    MUSICBOX, Lisboa

    04.05.13

    CAFÉ CONCERTO CCVF, Guimarães

    02.12.12

    OPTIMUS PRIMAVERA CLUB | Plataforma das Artes e da Criatividade, Guimarães

    22.09.12

    FUSÃO ACÚSTICA | Salão Medieval da Reitoria da Universidade do Minho - c/ peixe:avião, Braga

    02.06.12

    SERRALVES EM FESTA, Porto

    18.05.12

    AISCA, Viana do Castelo

    11.05.12

    N101, Taipas

    14.12.11

    CDGO / Jo-Jo's Music, Porto

    21.10.11

    MUSICBOX Lisboa

    07.10.11

    THEATRO CIRCO | I.M.A.N - Intermédia Multimédia Acção e Nada, Braga

    12.09.11

    HARDCLUB | c/ Anna Calvi, Porto

    10.09.11

    CASA DA BAÍA, Setúbal

    03/09/11

    TEATRO RIBEIRO CONCEIÇÃO Lamego

    24.08.11

    BARCO ROCK FEST, Taipas

    24.07.11

    MILHÕES DE FESTA, Barcelos

    02.07.11

    ALTA BAIXA | Maus Hábitos, Porto

    10.06.11

    SUBSCUTA | Aud. Biblioteca Municipal, Barcelos

    09.06.11

    CASA DA MÚSICA [Clubbing], Porto

    06.06.11

    FESTIVAL VOX/RUM | Fnac, Braga

    09.04.11

    CAFÉ CONCERTO CCVF, Guimarães

    08.04.11

    SALÃO BRAZIL | Aniversário RUC, Coimbra

    24.03.11

    FERROVIÁRIO, Lisboa

    05.03.11

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