Leah Coloff

When from the womb Leah Coloff splashed like a big pink raindrop the whole forest quivered. Albino squirrels dropped their giblets. Salmon flopped on emerald mosses. Wooden things turned furry. And somewheres in the Pacific Northwest ?WA? the girl-child Leah was born and reared by a family of classical musicians and latter-day pioneers. she was only six and had never been kissed when her parents, after observing her fondness for stems, strings and all things hairy, built her a cello, forbade her the degenerate sounds of power rock, and sent her down a road of rigorous traditional training. she went to music camp, learned the rules and the regulations. The young Leah grew and grew long saw arms with supple fingers. The great vibratory beast became an extension of her sturdy skeleton, a sentient appendage to her skilled organism. At the advice of her elders she moved to the big bad east to enter the realm of high music scholoarship, The New England Conservatory of Music. She quickly won the admiration of many. But after a brief immersion in a world of recital halls stuffed with naughty academics and enema lovin' white people, Leah became disenchanted and decided to abandon her studies. Beantown, with all its refinement could not contain her salmon colored heart. She grabbed her big fiddle and ninety lb. dog and moved to the wild shores of Brooklyn, NY. Unfettered from the classical orthodoxy of her early years, Leah has now discovered her own unique songwriting gift. Whether using only cello and vocals, or bolstered by some lean-n.-mean drums and guitar, leah's songs swim up and down stream with the greatest of ease. Her unusual arrangements illustrate a truly singular voice: one that is at once honest, sensual, funny, brutal, pissed-off, and down right loopey. She is a seasoned performer who understands both chaos and control. She can let it ride in wild jarring bursts then shift down suddenly to procuce the most delicate ear candy. It is a tasty concoction, but sometimes stings... These songs stretch tall like pines dark with sweet prickley needles. They are stark, beautiful and chilly sweet. They will haunt the listener like burnt petals lost in love streams.