Music:
Member Since: 6/14/2005
Band Website: THIS IS THE WEBSITE!
Band Members: Christopher Carmody, others yet ignorant of their contribution.
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New sprouts away from home! Wonder at the war, farewell dear days. Me Mouth's a mushroom: "To the village! You're all invited to a Medicine Bag." Unstamped clay underfoot heals hurts. Worms for our bellies and Wind for our watering eyes!
Influences: If we wants to be your amiggos, rattle it skyward, we admyres ye, grabs a kindredness of so much as a knuckle or the bark on your back. If we calls you strangers is as horrid waternymph to dragon windfly.
Ear to the ground, damp darkness underneath these lofty eyes bred from green counties & landlubber chantresses, woolclad in winter, summersky and spring bedecked in burdock leaves and birchcones, nutgathering canticles.
Commissioned by the hibernating frogs, "Fiddle us out a lullabye! We back into mudbanks and ebb deep, some will not awake."
The holiness held by root of tree and up the vine to canopy.
J.S. Bach, Alun Jones, Troll, 6 O of A, Kyle Little Wings, Algonquin Songs, John Cage, Sacred Harp, Social Harp, Some Dark Holler, In The Pines, Mole in the Ground, Wooden Wand and the Vanishing Voice, Magic Marker, White Magic, Black Forest Black Sea, Zombies, Donovan, Beach Boys (mostly Brian), Forest, Paul Giovanni, Strawbs, Carter Family, Danielson Family, Dufus, Sugarloaf, George Clinton, Paul Flaherty, Doctor Oakroot, Yes, Lau Nau, Fat Worm Of Error, Milo Jones, Most any Stringband, NO BLUEGRASS PLEASE, Pekko Kappi, Jugband Helpers, Hedy West, New Lost City Ramblers, Sea Chanties & Shanties, Juaino Music, Ozark Endtimes Hooha, Inca Carnival Music, Social Jays, Ka-Jak, Hermit Thrushes, Song Sparrows, Finches, Feathers, Fur, Grizzly Bear, Starling Flocks in Autumn, Spring Peepers, Crowruckus, Chorus Frogs, Bullfrogs, all Singers in the Grass, Icesikel Xylophones, Batsongs, Icestorms, Southern Katydid, Wind in the Willows, All Our Limbbending Amiggos.
Sounds Like: Mash the mudpuddle at woodcock's ford and mind the skunkcabbage. Feast we now in the dry leaves, stuffing ourselves lest our bones blow away. Cackle the crested jay and all his Kinsmaids and Breatheren calling out from oak to pine "There's hermits in these parts!" Heartmurmer of subterranean falls, mumble of growing moss, mushrooms buttoning. Digging songs in meadow's loam, nightworking zags through communal garden glee club. Ozark Mountain gravel tumbling, sycamore and rain, rotting wooden electronic treehouse, the invisible string band. Shaker hits, ruins reclaimed.
Record Label: Cavern Hop Cordings and Recordings
