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Still in NY. Yesterday was solid. We played our 2nd show of the week and killed it. A nice boost of confidence after blowing it the first time. Our set was better paced, I could hear myself! and the band really brought the noise. We had quite a few people come up to us and say that the show was "10X's" better. It's weird how the same songs, played the same way can have such a different effect from day to day. Oh well...
More importantly, the pizza! Went round the corner and had a couple of AMAZING slices of "pie." When you get to NYC everybody's always telling you about "the best pizza in the city" and it usually isn't. This was. What was called? Nora's? Not sure. Right around the corner form The Delancey on Clinton.
We had ordered our slices but the guy said he had a fresh gorgonzola and apple coming out of the oven so we waited and had that with a slice of sweet sausage and peppers and a side of meatballs. Yum! No joke, seriously delicious. The guy yelled at my manager when he asked for the parmigiana cheese.
"For what"? He scowled in the kind of thick NY accent that you only hear on TV. "To sprinkle on my slice". The guy looked at Chad and squinted his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He got a fresh block of cheese, grated it on top and looked Chad in the eyes. "Don't put spices on my pizza." Chad went to grab his slice but he yanked it back, "Whooaaa... it's not ready until I say." The guy pulled out a few basil leaves and sprinkled olive oil on top. "Now it's ready." Like I said, YUM.
Later on he came to our table and said that we were in for a treat. We were going to watch him "make the mozzarella". What we wanted to do was go back to the club and check out the Kids of 88, the New Zealand band that's doing a remix of one of our songs, but he wasn't asking. We went back and watched him melt curds of Mozzarella into a giant blob and tell us about how there's no real buffalo mozzarella in the U.S. and how that, in Italy it's illegal to call cheese Mozzarella unless it really is. He gave us a fresh glob and it tasted so good that maybe he's not crazy after all. But I think he might be.
Later, we ended up at Madison Square Garden to see the Phoenix/Dirty Projectors/Wavves show. Our friend from home (LA) was in town for one day and got us tickets and backstage passes. Jose made Daft Punks helmets for the new Tron movie and they liked them so much they asked him to do all their stuff from now on. Crazy coincidence that he was in town but really cool. Oh.... Daft Punk did a surprise appearance for the Phoenix encore, thus the connection.
Great show!!! Wavves were ok. Im a fan so that was cool. Dirty Projectors where really, really good. They're harmonies are amazing. I don't know how they even do it. They're melodies are so unique but they're able to make being beautifully weird sound so effortless. Phoenix was a big surprise, I knew a couple of songs but I didn't realize how big they where. To be honest, I thought that I was going to be bored and want to leave early but they really put an amazing show. Great lights, a ton of energy, the singer disappeared into the vast crowd a couple of times and would end up in the back or up in the nosebleeds. Crowdsurfing, Daft Punk... cool night.
We've go two shows today. One in the afternoon and one tonight. I definitely feel like I have a boost of inspiration and energy. They're going to be great.
It's our Thursday flashback, culled from the rare and (ultra) obscure crates of 80’s vinyl, curated by our pal Gil:
Poor Girls – The Poor Girls LP
Turning to more adventurous realms, we delve into the rare full length album by the Louisville, KY based alternative band - Poor Girls. The band was founded in 1982 and called themselves an artistic tribal collective of sorts. The genesis of the band consisted of four members that were augmented at times by other band members who would produce noises with pots, pans and kitchen chairs. A sax was incorporated from time to time as well.
Poor Girls would end up gaining local attention by playing the local beat club circuit. The band shared stages with groups as diverse as the quirky Violent Femmes and the hard-rocking UK Subs and Big Black. They ended up producing one cassette and this lone eight track studio album before breaking up in 1986.
The music on this 13 song affair is in one word primitive. Poor Girls use thick, densely layered arrangements of guitar, bass and drums to give motion to their thought provoking lyrics. Many of the songs exude ponderings on life and love, and are delivered in an avant-rock style. The bass guitar has a more audible role than in most alternative bands, and I find it similar to very early Cure tunes.
The album was independently pressed and comes with a blue colored lyric sheet, but apparently in an attempt to maintain an artful element, have printed them in a style that’s extremely difficult to follow…it can be done though. Without further adieu, I’ve selected some of the standout tracks to peruse and download below….enjoy this raw energy….
Hey guys, it’s Chris filling in on blogging duties. As usual everyone is running late this morning and we probably should have started writing this a few hours ago, but anyway. It’s day 3 in NYC and we are getting ready to head off to our show at Delancey’s. Its should be super cool; a big thanks to Sneak Attack for having us out.
We had another busy day yesterday. Got up around noon and started the day with gyros and breakfast sandwiches. We had quite an adventure getting a cab as usual (apparently a van with 6 seats can only legally carry 4 people?). So we finally made it to Manhattan and grabbed some coffee with Zach from Sneak Attack. The shop we went to was awesome and had great coffee. If I could remember the name I would direct you all there now, and ask for an endorsement later.
After coffee, we walked with no direction to NYU to collect our badges and, of course, all the free stuff these festivals like to bestow upon the bands playing. We were also given some sort of schedule that really resembled a textbook or car owner’s manual. From NYU we walked about 12 blocks to enjoy the free beverages and food at the Pure Volume house artist lounge (where we will be playing on Thursday at 10:30!)
So here’s where the real adventure begins. I’ve never been to New York City before. Everyone in the band knows that. So for some reason I was entrusted to lead us to Webster Hall to catch Surfer Blood’s set. Unfortunately I got a little confused and took us about 5 blocks the wrong direction. I just kept telling everyone I knew where we were going. Sorry guys, if you are reading the blog.
So after my poor navigating, we were a little late to Webster Hall. We walk to the door and the nice (read: douche) doorman tells us the club is full and we can’t get in all night. We are all pretty bummed, but Max came to the rescue big time. He had the hookup with Surfer Blood’s manager, who used to manage another band Max was in. After a quick chat, Max was able to get us in (which the door guy was not too excited about). Surfer Blood put on a great show and Webster Hall was an awesome venue.
After the show we took the L train to Brooklyn with some friends and grabbed some pizza and went to this cool bar for 2 for 1 beer. Of course Chloe was pissed that they wouldn’t let a 15 year old girl into the bar. Injustice!
Max, Andy, and Chloe are practicing in the next room for an acoustic performance this afternoon and I think we were supposed to leave for the venue about 15 minutes ago. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog with all the wacky adventures of the KITTEN crew.
Saidah Baba Talibah hit our radar recently upon the release of her 'Phone Demos.' The low-fi, gritty, raw quality of her phone demos apparently came about by accident while she was in a writing session. With no studio or tape recorder to record the songs created, the only device available to document the new material in progress was—a cell phone.
The sessions, recorded as wave files, easily converted to mp3’s to burn them to CD. The reactions to the sound of the recordings were described as reminiscent of old blues recordings (eg. Robert Johnson, Bessie Smith). Inspired by countless reactions, releasing the phone demos was a way to include people in on an entire journey—starting with the raw beginnings of the songs—just voice, guitar ...and a cell phone.
Despite her McGuyver-like abilities, Saidah remains true to our favorite format.
“I can’t remember my childhood without the record player playing. When you walked into my house, you were greeted with the sound of music. The living room (which was located at the front of the house) was where we entertained with the family’s go-to records, because we couldn’t fit the entire collection in our living room, the remainder were in the basement in my mother’s music room with the reel-to-reels and her upright piano.
My mother (a singer, actor, and writer) was onstage doing the musical Don’t Bother Me I Can’t Cope when she was pregnant with me, hence why I probably gravitated towards musicals in the beginning, I think for the drama. I vaguely remember watching it, but I know for a fact that I was deeply moved by the Broadway production of The Wiz and then to have the record in my possession, in my own living room. In my solitude, I’d push the coffee table off to the side to create my own stage to choreograph my own The Wiz. I swirl around the four corners of the room transforming myself into the powerful tornado that took Dorothy out of Kansas or I’d get on my hands and knees and act as the Mean Ole Lion, roaring and singing gruffly. And times when I’d feel a little scared or lonely at school or in my young life, I’d sit in a corner comforting myself, rocking myself back and forth singing the song that Dorothy sang when she was scared and lonely:
“When I think of home, I think of a place where there’s love overflowing… I wish I was home, I wish I was back there with the things I’ve been knowing…”
Needless to say, musicals pulled at my heartstrings. My record player and I were very good friends during that time. And when I started to branch out from musicals, I still gravitated towards music that held me emotionally. See, listening to a record for me was a full body experience. Rarely, even at a young age, did I not listen to the entire record from top to bottom, over and over and over again, learning each nuance, creating my own production, playing each character with fervor and serious dedication.
Sitting on my living room floor was like story time for me, my own private adventure. And each time I gingerly took the record out of its sleeve to place it on the turntable, set the needle on the record and prepared myself for my story, I’d always learn or hear something new. Or I’d fall deeply in love all over again like it was the first time. And the album artwork, liner notes, lyrics…all the information! Pictures and drawings, the love and care that would go into tying all the images in with the story of the record…I was in HEAVEN!!
So naturally, I would very easily get stuck on certain records, playing them over and over, learning, feeling, tasting each nuance, each hue, never wanting to miss anything. Sometimes that took days, sometimes weeks. And it was like prying teeth for me to open up to a new record, like leaving all of your friends at your old school for a new school with a new set of friends. I spent many a day with Stevie Wonder’s albums, namely Fulfillingness First Finale with one of my favourite songs, ‘Too Shy To Say’ (which I vowed, as a young girl, to sing this song to my true love.)
Another album I spent a lengthy amount of time with, was Andy Bey & The Bey Sisters' Now, Hear! (which, as a bonus, was my family – my mother, her brother and sister). I’d listen ever so attentively to how my family blended. I especially loved ‘A Taste Of Honey’ and it was when I’d lived with this record that my musical curiosity opened up. The songs they were singing were standards, sung in a jazz style. This opened my mind to questioning who were the writers of these songs and who else had sung these songs. So, off on another adventure! Listening to records were like a, ‘choose your own adventure’ book at this stage in my life. How exciting to find Michael Jackson singing ‘Ain’t No Sunshine’ to find out that Bill Withers wrote it and to search through the records to find Bill Withers singing his own song!
Yes, I’m still that person that prefers the physical representation of music in my hands with the artwork, liner notes and all, and CD’s have all of the above, but they’re not the same. I remember buying the CD of The Wiz, and while it was nice to have, I missed the warmth and individuality that each record held.” —Saidah
It's Day #2 of our Kitten TVD Takeover! (Check out Day #1 right here.) The band's in NYC to play CMJ...and well, one could say things don't seem to have gone quite as planned. Chloe's got the details...
Hello again, TVD, Hmm. Let's see, CMJ... Well, we played last night, our first show. The Syndicate's 12th annual "Conflict of Interest Party." Some pretty cool bands on the bill. Let me say that the Nada Surf where pretty great live. I actually use to sing their song when I was in a cover band. A group of bright eyed 11 year olds playing "All is Love," next to "Ziggy Stardust" and "Sweet Child O' Mine." A sight to behold.
Anyway's Reggie Watts! He's awesome! I've been a fan for awhile and you couldn't meet a cooler guy. If you haven't heard of him check him out on You Tube. There's a ton of videos of Reggie doing his thing. It's too involved to describe here but he's a literally a one man band, layering loop after loop of his voice and then singing like a motherfucker over them. One man, two pedals, that's it. Sounds like a gimmik but it's not. Check. Him. Out.
Before I get to our show, I'll mention the events leading up to it. Red eye flight? Check. Bags left at airport? Check. Missing gear? Check.
Hat's off to Chris, Sam and my dad though. We had to rent a drum set and no cab would give them a ride. They actually flagged down a refrigerated cube truck in the middle of Manhattan and gave the guy 40 bucks for a ride to the venue. The catch was that Sam and Chris had to ride in the back, apparently being tossed around the cube like a loose box of frozen fish. We've got a few pics of the ride. I salute you brothers...
The SHOW. Everybody was out. A plethora of big shots. Hip indie blogs, label heads, booking agents, photographers. Must have been told a dozen times that there where a lot of "tastemakers" in the crowd. Everybody telling us for days in advance how important this show was. Well, we hit the stage... and blew.
Sometimes you're on and sometimes you're off. We were off. The nicest way to say it is that I just never hit my groove but to be honest it just felt like it was our first time playing these songs. We didn't do what we do. Usually if the world's shit, I can get on stage, rock it out and forget about it but we must have brought the B.S. with us 'cause it wasn't happening up there.
It's kind of the cool thing about being in a band though, you never know what's going to happen when you hit the stage. Keeps it interesting for the kids. Anyway's went back to the hotel, cried in my soup, listened to a little opera and wrote in my "Hello Kitty" journal. (None of that is true.) I did, however leave early and watch Batman cartoons at the Brooklyn Sheraton with my manager.
Good news. We've got 4 more shows to shows and we will rock them. Can't wait to get up there, plug in and sing the songs. Sounds kind of silly but there's nothing better, at least for me. And it sure beats 9th grade math class and english, and history... Let's be honest, it beats 9th grade.
Oh... our first 7" single arrived yesterday! It's official we are part of the noise...
Mt. Desolation, the new alt-country side project of Keane's Tim-Rice Oxley and Kesse Quin, release their self-titled debut album, Mt. Desolationtoday on Cherry Tree Records and we've got vinyl copy to put in one winner's hands.
Here's how you win it: check out the two videos below...
...and share your thoughts and comments in the comments section of this post along with your plea for the LP. We'll choose the smartest of the bunch as winner of Mt. Desolation's freshly minted debut.
We'll choose one winner a week from today (10/26) and remember to leave us a contact email address so we can actually, y' know, let you know you won the record. Now - go!
We were sitting around TVD HQ the other day and it struck us that we hadn't done a vinyl giveaway in weeks, so we're going to remedy that over the next number of weeks - beginning today!
In line with introducing you guys to KITTEN earlier, we've got the new release from Hurray for the Riff Raff,Young Blood Blues. I confess that until recently I hadn't heard of them, but on this I've been quite late to the party it seems. For example:
“Sweet tender folk music boasting lovely, loping melodies.” —Rollingstone.com
“Alynda Lee Segarra sings with a huskier version of Judy Garland's voice, a wavering crescendo twinkling at the corners, which are still caked with somberness and a sober tone.” —Daytrotter “Young Blood Blues is a stark, stirring, and evocative modern folk masterpiece.” —eMusic.com “Songwriter Alynda Lee's voice seems to emanate from some deep, wooded, dark Appalachian past.” —Mojo Magazine
No faint praise there, hm?
We've got a copy ofHurray for the Riff Raff'sYoung Blood Blues in exchange for your comment the the appropriately named 'comments section' of this post. Stream and/or download the track above and share your thoughts with us and the one with the most mettle finds the LP in his or her own mailbox.
We'll give you a week to gather your thoughts and close this one next Monday, 10/25. Remember to leave us a contact email address so we can notify you as the winner.
Hurray for the Riff Raff are in Baltimore TONIGHT (10/18) at The Wind Up Space!
Chloe Chaidez is fronting L.A.'s Kitten, a band that hit my radar at some point last Winter when a rep from Atlantic shot over a demo of "Kill the Light" for my reaction - up or down?
I loved it.
So much so that the track was up on TVD in no time and my enthusiasm for the band was confirmed when more than a few who caught their set at this year's SXSW wrote to underscore that my immediate reaction was spot-on. They simply killed.
That demo is posted below and the balance of the demos on their Myspace made it clear that "Kill the Light" wasn't a fluke—channeling Cat Power via the Cure—with an edge and an urgency that vocalists twice Chloe's age would kill for.
So, the stars have aligned and the band is off to NYC this week to play several CMJ showcases, and if I haven't been clear, we think this is the band you fans and industry suits should go check out.(Then you're free to write and let us know how right we remain.)
'Til then, we've handed over the keys to Chloe all this week here at TVD. It's Chloe's and Kitten's Vinyl District:
Hey Vinyl District. What's up in vinyl land.
Let's just start with me saying how flattered I am that a respected music blog would actually want to broadcast the rambling diary of a 15 year girl. Prepare for catty histrionics, silly insecurities, heavy drama, shameless selfishness, and Justin Bieber. Mostly Justin Bieber. Just kidding. Maybe.
Anyways, we just finished our first EP "Sunday School" and when I say "just", I really mean 3 1/2 months ago but I'm pretty sure that's what you're supposed to say when it's finally out there. The time between actually finishing a record and getting that little black disk is usually longer than you'd ever expect. It was a tedious but most definitely rewarding process.
Now we're ready to jump in our sweaty Dodge Sprinter and live on rest stop Taco Bell again. Oh, the glamour. That said, if I could just live my life on the road playing stinky beer soaked bars every night, I'd do it faster than you can say illegal minor.
Though there will be no fast food for Kitten these next two weeks in New York and London. Only crazy cabbies (NY) and lots of classy black guys in pea coats (London) with even classier accents. " You are depressed, but you're remarkably dressed..."
I've been to New York but never for CMJ. If it's anything like SXSW, I know I'm going to have a blast.
And London! Home of the tasteful, yet non-pretentious music lover, or to quote Morrissey, (again) "Home of the brash, outrageous and free." Not to mention clean, chilly air (a nice break from the LA sun) fabulous haircuts and a show with Pitchfork's latest sweet heart, Twin Shadow!
I really dig his sound. Kind of like The Smiths and The Cure meet Prince with a drum machine. I had a chance say hello at a Drums/Surfer Blood show in LA and then later caught his show at Bardot. Live he definitely hits the Prince vibe more. Full band, epic 80's solos awash in delay...
We did a warm up show for NY in our garage Friday night. A little party for friends and the stray homeless guys that might want to hear a little Kitten. It was cool. A couple of DJ's hitting the Crystal Castles/Washed Out vibe, us and our angry neighbors. Which leads me to the Dave Sitek Kitten mixes that'll be out soon. Stoked on that. He's without a doubt one of my favorite producers ever, which is why I still can't wrap my head around the fact that he's working on my music. It's going make a rad 7"...
Funny. All the label folk warned us that he was going to be this "mad professor" type. Twiddling knobs and lacking in basic social skills as only a genius producer could. Couldn't be further from the truth. Dave's a cool guy. A straight talker who grew up in hardcore bands and actually working for a living. I though he'd be non stop about the latest underground electronic band, instead he's shooting the shit about Nina Simone, Prince and his favorite cooking recipes.
Well, its Sunday morning and I've got to ready for an 8 hour red eye and some crazy shows. And when I say crazy, I mean CRAZY because we just got two new members (bassist, keyboard) and I don't think that Sam and Chris know how I like to body slam my fellow musicians when I'm in the "moment." For realz. Get ready for a fist fight NY….
Kitten also has the new Sunday School EP out tomorrow and all week we'll be giving away all the tracks free here at TVD - one a day. Keep checking back.
It's our weekly Twitter #MusicMonday recap of the tracks from last week that the folks in the press offices and PR agencies want you to be hearing. We post—you decide.
Ever since we crossed the millennium, consumer cycles seem to move at us so quickly. At some point a week or two ago, everything went orange and black. I looked Halloween up on Wikipedia, and was informed that the holiday is linked to Celtic festival of Samhain, marking the final harvest and end of the summer. It’s the celebration of moving from the “lighter half” to the “darker half” of the year.
I’ve always loved the month of October and I thought it would be an interesting idea to do something to get into the Halloween mood.
Over the years I’ve encountered a number of witches. I’ve always found them kind, although I caution anyone casually toying with the super natural. “Magic spells" need to be taken seriously. With flying broomsticks in mind I’m calling this week’s Idelic Hour, The Witching Hour.
More so than witches, warlocks, goblins and black cats, this week’s playlist is about a time of day, or should I say an hour of the evening when the world quiets down enough to let the supernatural exist.
Strangely “strange” indeed, but will our world of 2010 give these supernatural beings an hour? I thought I might try. Best to be listen to by candle or moon light...
Since January, Yep Roc Records has been operating under the expanded guise of the Yep Roc Music Group (YRMG). Founded in 1997, the veteran indie label been marketing and promoting UK-based Bella Union Records' releases in the United States, with Denton TX indie rockers Midlake leading the charge with their critically-acclaimed album The Courage of Others. Since then, Yep Roc Records has continued to turn up the volume on its work with developing artists (Jukebox the Ghost,Drink Up Buttercup,Peggy Sue, Darren Hanlon) the Yep Roc label as well as continuing to expand its relationship with Bella Union with albums by: John Grant, Lawrence Arabia, The Kissaway Trail, The Acorn and Alessi's Ark.
The musical avatar of Alessi Laurent-Marke, Alessi’s Ark might begun as homework but the 20 year old’s quirky, blade-sharp folk pop is mature far beyond her years. Required to play an instrument in school, Laurent-Marke took up the drums at age 11 and by her 17th birthday she had quit school to focus on music, become a Myspace sensation and signed with Virgin Records. Her debut album Notes from the Treehouse was produced by Bright Eyes/Monsters of Folk member and Rilo Kiley producer Mike Mogis, and was released on Virgin in 2009. Alessi reaped word-of-mouth support and acclaim, touring relentlessly and receiving plaudits for some stand out appearances at South by Southwest in Texas. Following parting ways with Virgin, Alessi signed with UK indie label Bella Union in 2010. Her new EP Soul Proprietor signals a new beginning for an already unusually experienced young artist.
I'm afraid I missed the vinyl boat growing up. Cassettes, CD,s and listening to the chart show on the radio every Sunday night are what I remember best.
When I started secondary school I picked up playing the drums and joined the school bands. Discovering live music and being excited by it, I started a zine inspired and encouraged by my family's love of music.
A special memory I hold close is of the afternoon my parents dug out old records from a cupboard under the stairs and showed us (patiently) how to lay the needle down carefully on their record player.
Seeing their hands handle records with such ease was lovely. I could imagine them playing these very same records in their bedrooms and it was such a warm feeling.
With shaky hands I persevered and eventually felt more comfortable choosing tracks and setting up the songs to play. Every detail is so special. Even slipping out vinyls from their sleeves and being able to read album credits and see the artwork on a bigger scale in the big booklets got me excited. CD booklets are minute in comparison!
Together, we got through a big stack of their favourites but the discoveries that really stuck with were 'On My Mind' by the Marine Girls (chosen by Dad) and 'Trouble' by Lindsey Buckingham (chosen by Mum.)
Parents know the good stuff!!
Though still more comfortable handling CDs and cassettes, I look forwards to sharing favourite albums with friends and family in the future, sat on the floor around the player with albums stacked around us - a picnic of sounds.
Some favourite songs of late: Give Us Your Blessing - Shangra la's Don't Mind Me - O Emperor If You Can Wait - Jake Bellows Goldfish - Roy Harper Elephants Swimming - Rachael Dadd
Ardent Studios is a time capsule thousands of miles below the earth’s surface…or at least that’s the way it feels every time I have the privilege of walking through the door. I love everything about it. The smell (which they should bottle and sell in both spray and rear view mirror hanging formats) the random echoing conversations you catch the beginning, middle, or end of that make you stop walking and pause for brief reflection on what was just said, the ridiculousness that is the way that on any given day some super famous person is just roaming the halls. And that’s all before you start setting up your gear because you’ve gotten the magical phone call from Rachel Hurley that you are scheduled to play The Ardent Sessions!
We setup in studio C, which is my personal favorite of the 3 studios at Ardent. It’s the furthest away from the “hubbub.” For being a decade Memphis music person with mixed reviews, to be able to be on sacred ground with the ghosts of greatness all in the name of rock ‘n’ roll, is pretty f@#$*&% cool. We had a wonderful turnout of close friends, family, and fans that thought they were at a different band’s session…ha.
We played rock ‘n’ roll and it felt like a really rad sleepover or lock-in or like we were in a tree fort planning our late night invasion of wherever the girls we knew were (which we would always chicken out of and I never had a tree fort). Somewhere between the Goonies and walking around Hobby Lobby (which I love) is the best way I can describe the feeling of playing the Ardent Sessions. I guess what I’m getting at is it felt right and good and like home and, I’m sure all other performing artists can relate, rarely ever happens.
I’ve spent many unforgettable hours in Studio C. I always tell my friends or anyone that will listen that I want to either a: in the middle of the night, hire a crew to airlift all of studio C and set it in a super secret location, where I would spend the rest of my days recording and eating (if they still had snacks…c’mon guys!) mini Oreos, mixed nuts, and Cheez-its or b: hire an amazing studio architect and Hollywood set designer to build an exact replica of it. The layout, the feel, the lighting, and again…the smell is all just perfect and it pulls out of me the best I have to offer the world in music. Most artists either never find that place or kind of do And…..they film it and put it on internet radio for you after your Disney experience! Like those rides where they take your picture at the scariest moment and then sell you your picture of your ugly face and your family’s ugly faces to you in a frame for $30, surely that’s not what Walt had in mind.
To hear more great Ardent Sessions please visit Ardent Presents.And to continue to hear the Ardent Sessions in the future, please consider donating to Ardent's Kickstarter Campaign to raise funds for the series.
Sure, sure...some of you will be there for the vintage clothing, vintage cookwares, vintage furniture, handmade jewelry, artist prints and refurbished vintage clothing from local artisans. OR the funky furniture and home decor—big items like couches, beds, tables, lamps, chairs, armor, mirrors, bedding, quilts, ottomans, art and an awesome FOOZE BALL table. All in good shape, mostly vintage, reasonably priced.
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