Member Since: 1/19/2006
Band Website: ninaviolet.com
Band Members:
Influences: probably the food fisherman tom comes to shore/porch/party with has a lot to do with it- eat a fucking crab or two and have a bit of venison backstrap just out of the woodstove on a warm plate with some of guerilla growing's salad greens and you've got positive energy exchange goin on, that's what music is, too, right? also the poems my sister maymay writes are really awesome, especially while watching the woodpeckers and goldfinches at my dad's birdfeeder with a little smoke in hand and some tea steaming and leaving rings on ms. oskan's starchy manuscripts (sorry may, i'm such a mess) marciana in the upstairs room singing to herself, lying on her back beneath a guitar "you're in Loooooooove!!!" Big Lizzie the rockinest lady in maine, possibly the world, my brother the dragon-slayer(that's right, and he got the princess, too, and that amazing baby girl that passes the wrenches under the pickup truck)all the kind folks I catch up with when I'm kickin around a place that give me stories and directions and silver hippos in 3 sizes, the beauty of the gossamer web, a certain thread being tied to that lovely man's little finger and to mine as well so across the world I can give a tug and get one back, guerilla growing as a philosophy, a dinner party at the barn with my favorite ladies and some good whisky, the way it all works out in the end (at the end of the day, it's all alright, like that scottsman said on the train)and I know there's more but I'm hungry and in belgium so I'll have to do something about that...
Sounds Like: when you lie in a circle with your heads touching and om, that's what it like to play the viola and sing with your sisters. internal vibration. humming skull.
watch hands on strings and follow them following you following them, take a walk in the field, do some cartwheels, and then come back together at the edge of the woods
inspiration from the cold legs of the dock in icy water logs the piles, freezes, cracks!
all cards on table, all hands on deck, all creatures live in (relative) peace. and the brothers:
the tipi glows and the top is smoke-brown from the fire. the smell of spraypaint at the shack, nice f-in shirt, dude. god as a hot chick with sunglasses, f-in eloquent.
Record Label: www.grandmas-basement.com
Type of Label: None