Kate Elliott was born in the boxcar of a runaway cargo train in the seventies and has never fully recovered from the shock. As a result of the trauma, she spent her childhood on the path of Pixy Stix® abuse and shame. In 1992 Kate inadvertently consumed a radioactive solution cleverly concealed in a thin paper tube. She is now able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, glide through night like The Batman, and call a mariachi band from thin air in entirely inappropriate situations. Today Kate Elliott roams the seven seas, a lone girl with a guitar, and rarely listens to mariachi bands by choice. She has played and collected fans in such varied locations as Guatemala, Ireland, and Lincoln City. Her greatest aspiration is to be the first woman to play a soulful-indie-singer-songwriter melody on Mars.
