Record Store Day! Frost on Vinyl!

frostvinylThe Big day is finally here! Frost is available on vinyl this Saturday, April 19th at The Telegraph (19 Golden Street, New London CT) as part of the official Record Store Day festivities!

Check out the event page for more details, but Daphne will be performing that day as well- alongside labelmates Elison Jackson and Pocket Vinyl, as well is fantastic regional acts John Faraone, Sketch the Cataclysm and more.

 

Charleston City Paper review of Frost & upcoming Dates!!

TORCH FOLK | Daphne Lee Martin
Daphne Lee Martin’s coquettish coo swoons over perky blues and cocktail jazz with a post-modern flair. While her sound is undoubtedly nostalgic, her latest LP Frost is not bound by tradition. Martin deploys plenty of contemporary elements, from the theremin in the mournful “Five Points” (before it turns into a trip-funk dance-floor banger for its final two minutes) to the noisy blues lead that opens the swinging “More Flies With Honey,” not to mention the arsenal of subtle electronic textures she employs throughout the record. As a whole, Frost is a playfully impertinent eight-song collection that sweats glammy indulgence, with Martin genre-hopping without losing her smoky torch-like bearing. She’s reminiscent of folk-tronic-loving Beth Orton in how she retains many traditional trappings without being mired in them. Frost follows last year’s earthier, thematically linked Moxie. That album, which was fueled in part by a Kickstarter campaign, was accompanied by a photographic art book developed by Martin and artist Pola Esther featuring women throughout history who have struggled to embrace their sexuality and self-expression. —Chris Parker

Don’t forget, there is a string of great full band shows coming up! Visit the SHOWS page for details…
April 3rd | Pianos Showroom (Ludlow Street NYC) 

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Badassery ensues with the Frost CD release party in New York, special guests: Lindsey Mills, Isaac Young Quartet, and Underwater Country Club.

April 4th | 33 Golden Street (New London)

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Joining us from Huntsville, AL, the amazing Amy McCarley and Andrew Sovine as well as our good pals form Newport RI, the Smokey Barrel Band! This will be a big show with all kinds of special guests, my 8th anniversary, and general homecoming madness!


April 5th | Cafe Nine (State Street New Haven)
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Also with Amy McCarley as well as New Haven’s indie darlings (and our labelmates) Elison Jackson. This is one of our favorite venues of all time and we can’t wait to share the new album here!

April 11th | Johnny D’s (Somerville MA)
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We’ve been hoping to swing a show at Johnny D’s for a while now and it’s finally here! It’s a free show too, starting at 10pm. Can’t wait to knock that off the ole bucket list with all you gorgeous Bostonese!

April 12th | Jimmy’s Saloon (Newport RI)
April 19th | Record Store Day (Telegraph NL CT)
April 26th | Acoustic Cafe (Bridgeport CT)
and many more coming!!!

Confessions | Little Birds


This began as the saddest little waltz in all the world. So sad that it took a very long time to find its way into the real repertoire, but sat along the sidelines and watched all the other songs having fun. It was still mourning the loss of something that had taken away its innocence. It was the moment of admitting that music is entirely who I am, no longer who I am trying to be. Accepting the sacrifices that would inevitably come. The sacrifice of a stable income, the constant need to produce art that stirs and inspires others, the putting of my Self on display, the opening of my being to others- for real and for good. This song was my way of explaining to someone who had been very cruel to me that I was no longer going to lay across a bed in a room listening to the world outside the window, that I should be allowed to be- as I allowed him to be.

At the end of the day, it really is just me answering Ramona. There is “no one to beat you, no one to defeat you ’cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad”. As easy as it is to give yourself over to it and float in the oblivion of itisntmyfaultitsjustthisway, the sadness becomes just as frustrating and suffocating as the striving ever was. So you straighten your back and begin again. And there’s nothing sad about that.

Little Birds

You are light as a bird with your hollow bones
B
ringing me branches to build me a nest
Ribbons of silk and colorful yarns, a beautiful cradle to keep me safe and warm
A kiss on the forehead all fear to disarm is the only paradise I’ll ever know

I will lay across your bed & listen to the rain on the panes as you sing of Ramona
Your shoulders hang heavy over the keys
Till the ash finally drops as you lift to the 3
The soft gray smudge on the middle C is the only trouble heavy on my mind

When that golden dawn of yours breaks across this sky
& the dark that overwhelmed us gathers us into the light
Past the nights we wrestled terror & the nights we slept in peace
Will you look down into my face, let me fall from grace
& realize we’re both just little birds in flight

New England Music Awards nomination!

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THANK YOU for the nomination! I’m up for Female Performer of the Year! 

Voting is open now, so if you’ve got a second, please head over and cast your ballot! Here is the link. There are a bunch of other great CT acts on the bill as well, so please give some love to them:

Elison Jackson 

Floyd Kellogg & Violent Mae

Little Ugly

Jennifer Hill & Co.

Isaac Young Quartet

Frank Viele
Joey Batts & Them

Echo & Drake

and Kate Callahan.

Moxie tops year-end lists!

Lonesome Local: My Top Ten Favorites Songs of the 2013
Disclaimer: I loathe Best-of Lists. There’s no way anyone has heard everything. Thus, inevitably, some brilliant choices will always be missing. And even if there was that one, very lonely, person who did hear everything, music is subjective. Furthermore: if you are not on my favorite list, it doesnt mean I hate your music. I just might not have heard it yet.
But nothing literally gets me so amped as when one of those 5000 songs on random shuffle is from a local CT artist. I love so much music that came out in 2013, I want to share my ten favorite songs with you.
In Alphabetical order by band:
1. Atrina – 6q26
2. Daphne Lee Martin – Molotov
3. Elison Jackson – Dreams of Home
4. Farewood – War
5. Isaac Young Quartet (pictured above) – Dow Jones
6. Little Ugly – And We Said…
7. Post-Modern Panic – Bless These City Streets
8. Tetramer – How To Enjoy Your Last Meal
9. VIOLENT MAE – No Way Out
10. 1974 – Admiral Tackett
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Yep, it’s that time of year when writers all over the world produce their “best of” lists. Unlike other news outlets such NPR, Pitchfork or Paste,you won’t find Kanye, Arcade Fire or Justin Timberlake on my list (mostly because I cover the western Massachusetts/southern Connecticut indie music scene). In no particular order, here they are:

Daphne Lee Martin, “Belly” – The lead single off her Moxie release gives me a boner. Enough said.
Speedy Ortiz, “Pioneer Spine” – There’s something heartening about reliving the height of the Matador Records-era all over again. Sadie Dupuis and band-mates deliver the goods on their first full-length, Major Arcana, with this quiet/loud opener.
Mercy Choir, “Waaybaayo” – New Haven’s Paul Belbusti is Mercy Choir. He released two albums this year, the instrumental Apostrophe Music and the singing-heavy His Noiseless Ball, His Boxwood Rattle. If you’re a fan of Mark Linkous’Sparklehorse, you’ll dig this.
And the Kids, “Neighbors” – Whether busking on the streets of Northampton or playing to a rapt audience at this summer’s Green River Festival,And the Kids blew it up.
The Grimm Generation, “The Next Indie Boy” -The Big Fame gave us this: Tasty licks, Carmen Champagne and Jason P. Krug’s witty wordplay and a memorable collection of unforgettable pop tunes.
Lys Guillorn, “Yemaya” - Winged Victory is a tour de force. Guillorn rules. Enough said.
Mark Mulcahy, “Bailing Out On Everything” - Mulcahy hit it out of the park with Dear Mark J Mulcahy, I Love You and got some much deserved love from NPR’s Fresh Air host Terry Gross.
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Jeffrey Morgan’s Blackout– Daphne Lee Martin – Moxie (Telegraph Recording Co.) :: There ain’t nothing I like better than ringing in the new year by listening to a brand spanking new album that gives me renewed hope that all is well in Recordville—and, strangely believe it, this happens to be that album in that it lives up to its ballsy name and double dares ya to crank it up all the way up to maximum volume with your noodle wedged right between the speakers.
Y’see, not since the good old white label advance test pressing days have I been so blindfold flummoxed by an audio outing. That’s because, devoid of an album cover or track listing or anything else to guide me along except for a plain white sleeve and textless disc, I’m forced to do the free-association poetic stutter-step instead—something I ain’t done since I reviewed 801 Live and Low.
So just what the heck is this mutant offspring anywho and where the heck do I begin to get a greased handle on it? With track one’s melodramatic operetta that fuses Casio casino music with a spooktown carnival hoedown?
Or mebbe track two’s sultry Peggy Lee meets the Doors feverish black coffee combo?
Or how’s about track three that opens with a syncopated “Memo From Moxie” backbeat which then melodically fuses “Down By The River” with a brace of bubbly Telex synthpoptronics?
Or with the Bennett-cum-Gurdjieff-ish voice overs of track four?
Track five’s Hitchcockian country hoedown?
Track six’s clandestine Tarantinish tryst?
Track seven’s surreal dub confab?
Track ten’s swanky vo-de-oh-do night club megaphonics?
And speaking of keeping track, you may have noticed that I’ve omitted two prime numbers; that’s because they’ve been left vacant for you to describe. To play along at home, all you need is a copy of Daphne Lee Martin’s versatile new album Moxie and two cranked up speakers for you to wedge your noodle between; your rejuvenated spirit will thank you for it in the morning—and remember kids: Neatness counts!

Confessions | Whispers

Whispers… One of the hardest songs I’ve ever had to write. Not because the lyrics are particularly enlightened, they’re not. It was difficult because it was the only way I could work through the conflict of sympathy and anger I felt when we lost a band mate to heroin. Conflict? What conflict? Aren’t drugs just evil?  Well, as most things are, it’s more complicated than it seems… And this confession is the hardest to write because it’s the only one that doesn’t hide behind another person’s story. It’s about us, right here, living and working together. It names names.

Life isn’t easy for anyone. We all know that no matter how numb we make ourselves, how many concessions we make to avoid fights or responsibility, no matter how much we try not to give a fuck- life still sucks sometimes. Health issues find even the most emotionally detached of us. Emotional pain strikes even the most financially successful of us. You can never take away all of the pain, no matter what. It doesn’t mean we won’t still try everything in our power to take the edge off once in a while. And even the noblest of us, those who do give a fuck and try so hard to face it all with dignity, fall short sometimes.

Artists seem to have it the worst. The nature of art requires those of us called to it to steer wide of pain avoidance. It asks us to remain tender, open, as vessels of the universal- to be spoken through means that we have to feel everything in all its gory glory. It comes at odd hours and in strange ways, so that we can never know when or where or how. There are very few nights that I can really sleep- the muse digs appearing at the moments when daily demands hush down. There is never enough money, people don’t like to pay for art- so those daily demands are harder to fill than they would be if we could just shut it off and do something more salable. But we can’t, we’re compelled by something bigger than us to be creative. Problem is, the only way out, it doesn’t end well for anyone.

Most of the artists I love the most and try to emulate are drunks, sex addicts, junkies, anarchists. They are the ones whose lives I want, theirs are the fantasies I indulge in, the dreams I most understand. I’ve never done heroin, never smoked crack, never even taken acid or ecstasy. Me! You’d think… but no. I’m no goodie two shoes, if you listen to my songs you already know that. I’m a  coward. I’m completely paralyzed with fear when I think about giving over my consciousness to something I can’t control.

Everyone has heard the story. It’s a cliche. It happens in every scene, everywhere. Some kids start goofing off with drugs just to see what it’s like, to prove something to their friends or whatever the reason, and one or two of them can’t stop, and then one of them dies. But there’s a subplot among the ones that don’t die, there are the ones that keep doing it, and slowly lose themselves and everyone that loves them to it. The ones that don’t think they need help. Whispers is my cry of desperation to them- the cry of ‘i understand why you do this, but you have to stop. we love you too much to bury you.’

All your whispers in the dark, promises you’ll never keep
I saw you walking in the park in your sleepless reverie
And you know she’ll never love you like me
But those easy lies you’re seeking, she speaks

All your whispers in the dark tell me things that cannot be
Like the beating of a heart will never cease
And your words are ringing empty as me
While those easy lies you’re seeking, she speaks

There’s a fire in the sky, light that’s growing by the moment
And it’s time to say goodbye before I realize
That you got everything you came for from me
And those easy lies you’re seeking, she speaks

BAR New Haven | December 18th

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Eternal Summers
With Silver, Eternal Summers was receiving comparisons to a barrage of 80′s & 90′s era lo-fi indie bands. With Correct Behavior, Eternal Summers is letting go of the things that once defined them, namely, their status as a duo, their attachment to a specific instrument, and their need to remain insular, to create their most fully realized album.

Listen: http://www.facebook.com/eternalsummers

Starlight Girls
Buzz go these busy bees of Brooklyn as they collect a pollen of sight and sound to make mescaline-laced honey for your immediate consumption. Starlight Girls live in a swirling fun house of everything you don’t hate about music, drawing their influence from the 20′s, 30′s, 40′s, 50′s, 60′s, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s, and the future. Whether it’s a birthday party, Bat Mitzvah or church outing, Starlight Gir
ls are sure to bring the rubbers. As the late president Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” If Roosevelt were alive today he’d be listening to Starlight Girls and diddy-bopping in his wheelchair.
Listen: http://starlightgirls.net/

Daphne Lee Martin
http://www.daphneleemartin.com/

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