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Vespertina

We're all sleep walking and I'm lucid dreaming.

About Me

VESPERTINE: adj. opening, expanding, appearing, flying or blossoming in the evening, as in jasmine or peote, bats or owls. // VESPERS: n. a bell rung, a religious service, or a star (Venus) appearing in the evening. // PATINA: n. a green rust on old bronze.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 12/17/2006
Band Members: This is music to make you come to your senses. Vespertina is an umbrella name for Annabeth McNamara's musical shenanigans and anyone else who happens to join in on the fun, including but not limited to : An Awful Lot of Ocelots (the Catalyst house band, kinda like a house salad), and Owl Medicine (Rayanne). I often indulge in delusions of grandeur, fancying myself a rockstar. I putz about with vocals, banjo, guitar, keys, and riverstones, glass jars, nickels and dimes. I've even been known to tapdance on washtubs while whispering. Most of my songs will untie the knots in your stomach and shush you to sleep. Some of my songs will enchant you beyond your better judgment. Some of my songs will get lodged in your brain, some will drive you crazy, and one or two will change your life or set you free... I like my music spontaneous, freeflowing, organic, and relaxed, specifically set in the late dusk. ----- I believe in a rebirth of culture where everyone recognizes their instinctual need to create art and song. I imagine a world where being a musician is a wholesome, sustainable livelihood grounded in local place and community. No need for CDs because music is everywhere, live and welling out of the gutters, down from the windows, deep in the park. Alleluia.
Influences: Jollie Holland, Rising Appalachia, Feist, Gillian Welch, Devendra Banhart, Joanna Newsome, Be Good Tanyas, Indigo Girls, Songs: Ohia, Tin Tree Factory, Riotfolk Collective, Phil Jamison. Autumn in Asheville, the Blue Ridge mountains, Dry River, unrequited love, the Sonoran desert, hitchhiking and mexican jail, bicycle touring and the pacific coast, and the great mystery.
Sounds Like: peering through a keyhole at the last light of sunset. the shadowy sound of bat wings fluttering gently near your ears. the lone call of the owl in the pitch black of new moon. the almost imperceptible tissue-paper rustle of night blossoms opening. the crazed coyote call.
Record Label: D.I.Y. and D.I.T.
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

one lucky duck no doubt

What a ridiculous 48 hours!I opened for two Devil Makes Three shows before hordes of excited hippies. One of the shows was at the Raven, where I've been dreaming of playing for years. I got a school g...
Posted by Vespertina on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 10:04:00 PST

a free-for-all tell-all

Today has been a day of rough seas for me. Great breaking waves of emotion and the small boat of my tiny, tidy identity sinking to embrace the unthinkable storms of rage and grief. The wooden boards s...
Posted by Vespertina on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:56:00 PST

notes from mexican detainment

why do i get myself into these situations? thirsty for the REAL, i find myself in brackish water, swallowing gulps of air, dizzy with the precious beauty of my own body, my dear family, my fellow huma...
Posted by Vespertina on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:32:00 PST

chinese medicine of art

a revelation that came in the subconscious wanderings of a sleepy mind: dance is fire, pure energy that burns and leaves nothing behind but heat and ash.  ephemeral, powerful, burning. writing is...
Posted by Vespertina on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 11:53:00 PST

the rains have come

these days i am filled with the tiger of rage. i hear my own voice rip through my vocal chords like the hideous monsters i so meticulously taped and varnished and veneered over all these years. the wa...
Posted by Vespertina on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:01:00 PST