Future Legends: Ferraby Lionheart

Readers, bloggers, and music appreciators alike…it’s time that I fessed up. I’ve been keeping a secret from you. And though it’s selfish, and has been completely gratifying on my behalf, I must get it off my chest. So here goes.

There’s this artist, Ferraby Lionheart, and I think he’s brilliant.

I first heard of Ferraby when I saw the movie, “Middle Of Nowhere.”. He compiled most of the soundtrack for the production, and while I felt that the movie was only so-so, it was the music that really got me; so much in fact that I had to watch it again, just to experience the perfectly placed songs.

But what sets Ferraby apart from the rest of the pack is his ability to compose not just a song, but a relatable story. The fact that he draws most of his inspiration from the awe inspiring moments in life, the bits that really take your breath away, is what turns the music into more than just a catchy tune.

Am I gushing yet?

Well, just the other night, we ventured off to Bloomington for an intimate little acoustic set of his, at The Bishop. Afterwards, we had the honor of chatting it up over some tea. Savannah got the exclusive interview with the mysterious Mister Lionheart.

-boosta!

:::: His Real Name isn’t Lionheart ::::

And Other Fun Facts about Ferraby

Last Thursday, I went to a show my friend Boosta! had been anticipating for weeks, no, months.  I had maybe listened to (a) song of his beforehand, and acoustic folk music isn’t really my thang, dig?

But golly dang, I’m glad I went!

Maybe before I explain why I enjoyed the show so much, I should briefly explain something.  I have a horse obsession.  A serious, serious, life-long horse obsession.

That said, Ferraby explained on-stage one of his songs was written through the eyes of a derby racehorse. This song was directly after a song written through the eyes of a lonely cactus, and before one that “might sound a little odd because I wrote it on mushrooms.”

Well, I had to ask.  And no, he doesn’t have a horse obsession.  He just thinks they’re extremely majestic.  He does not like to trot or canter on horses.  He likes to gallop, and has found his perfect galloping plans.  He has found a place that rents horses for the day and at the end of the trail, is a Mexican joint.  If that isn’t the perfect day, what is? Man’s a genius, I tell you.

We spoke at some length about life, music, touring, spirit animals, head injuries, human interactions, shrink-to-fit Levis, and the particulars of tea.

He’ll be back soon for a house show [HOUSE SHOW!] at ma maison soon.  Come listen for yourself, and stay for a chat and some tea afterwards.

And after that…

Download him HERE!

Strange Dreams

Last night, I had a dream.

A dream about this man: Duncan Jones.

You might think it because of my fascination with David Bowie and all who sparkle,

but really, I had never seen a picture of him nor even knew his name. YET HE WAS IN MY DREAM.

I also had a fever of 104′ and was slightly delirious from various medications, but this still does not take away from the fact that Duncan Jones was in my dream.  I immediately knew he was David Bowie’s son, his name, and that he was an English filmmaker.

Conclusion:

I am having prophetic dreams.

About David Bowie’s son.

I might be an Indian Shaman of Glam Rock.

CREEPIN’ at First Friday

Hey Indy!

While you were milling about the streets on First Friday, I hope you felt that cool breeze sweeping about, compliments of none other than members of The Golden Gurlz, a collaboration of printmakers Anna Skidmore, Alyssa Arney, Lynn Crum, Katie Lampert and Naomi Szczesiul.

“CREEP SHOW”, which took place in Urban Element was a senior thesis exhibition of Lynn Crum, Alyssa Arney, and Anna Skidmore.

Cats with mustaches.

                                                                           ……What more do you need?

How about the sexy Betty Page, ALL OVER THE PLACE.

These girls are bringing a poppy and colorful edge to our local

A Print Collaborative of Alyssa Arney and Lynn Crum

art scene, and how!

Check out these sassy ladies on facebook, and become a fan!

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Velvet Goldmine: Audrey Hepburn

It’s Miss Hepburn’s Birthday today.

I’m assuming everyone in the world is writing about her today, so instead of the boring rundown of her extremely fascinating life and picture history you can find on Wikipedia, I’m going to write about my unhealthy obsession with the lovely Miss Hepburn.

It started the usual way, a poster of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”  I was hooked (duh).  I needed that dress, and that cigarette holder, and that cat, immediately.

And then I saw Funny Face >>>

…and Roman Holiday, My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Charade, Paris When It Sizzles, and even that one from the sixties when she’s kind of old, but still gorgeous.

For my birthday last year, a friend got me a Audrey Hepburn Famous Photos book, and I bought a jar of Modge Podge and went to work.  My room now (somehow) has this Audrey Hepburn creepy stalker thing going on now.  I have a large poster, two medium posters, a couple small posters, a “My Fair Lady” advertisement in my mirror, a couple wine bottles with her face glued to them, and my jewelry box has a tiny, tiny portrait of her on the inside of the lid.

I’m a creep.

But I don’t care.

Burroughs vs. Bowie

There’s two men in my life that I respect a lot.  They spoke to me when I was sad and young, they told me it was okay to be a weirdo, and they even really, really encouraged me to paint my face, wear outrageous clothes, and speak like a schizo. I love them.

But enough gushy stuff. Here they are in all their glory:

William S. Burroughs : beat writer, heroin addict, and shot his wife. 

David Bowie : musician, costume aficionado , and believed he was a spaceman.

Neither of these brief descriptions do these fabulous men justice.  Both are voices of sects of forgotten people; the outsiders, the underground, the subterraneans, the too-bright, and the all around weirdos.

They agreed to meet for a Rolling Stone Interview in 1974, mainly because they wanted to compare and contrast their magical abilities.

So, once upon a time, they collided.  I believe the atom bomb was created on this same day, and possibly the dinosaurs became extinct and scientists re-evaluate the Big Bang Theory.

The main points of this Interview are as follows:

-they agree they both like sexual liberation

-they agree the end of the world is coming soon

-they agree Chinese people possibly don’t have a soul

-they agree Andy Warhol is a lizard man

[read the whole Interview here]

Future Legends: Boosta!

So there’s this girl.

Her name is Rachel Enneking, but you may know her as Boosta!, a photographic genius.  So obviously, she is a “photographer,” but who isn’t these days?  I even tend to scorn someone when they say they are a “photographer.”

The difference is that Rachel is not really a photographer.  She is an artist, who happens to use a camera like a painter would use a paintbrush.  She isn’t someone who takes pictures, she simply uses photography as a medium for her vision.

For example, check out her latest shoot.  She designed and made the scenery, styled the wardrobe, hair, and make-up, directed the set, AND made a movie throughout this:

BAM POW WHOMP~ how fabulous are those shots?  Is that the work of a “photographer,” or an artist?  You tell me.

[Check out the rest of this scandalous shoot "Girlfriend" at Boosta! Photography]

Reasons to Love Japan and Not Love Lady Gaga

Tokyo has always been a hotbed of crazy anime – lookin’, Lolita Doll-esque, cosplay girls.

 Cygnet Committee’s verdict: Japanese Fan Girls are a hundred times fiercer than Gaga.

~Definitely More Fierce~

[photos compliment of Tokyofashion.com]

Hey Look, I’m Famous!

Hey look, I’m famous! 

Not really.  Actually, there are certain days I turn up at Sunday IFC meetings in leather cutoffs and hair that hasn’t been washed since the weekend started.   And still get roped into quickie photoshoots outside coffee shops with unknown bicycles. Dang.

~Indianapolis Fashion Collective~