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Confessions | Night We Fell In Love

 

In early 2006, I’d just ended a very long relationship and was fantastically gun-shy about getting serious with anyone for a long while. I spent a good amount of time then at a little tavern called The Dutch, a neighborhood joint that only serves beer and wine, closes early, and is the hub in town where all of the artists congregate, at any given table there will be a painter, a poet, a writer, a musician or three… Eugene O’Neill even used to frequent the place.

I was hanging with my friends Liz and Rich (who was bartending and also recently single) and bemoaning the big empty house and cold existence of being single for really the first time in my life when Liz, who had apparently had enough of both Rich’s and my complaining, grabbed us each by the shoulders and smooshed us into each other. Something happened. All of a sudden, the blur came into focus. I stayed on to help Rich clean up the bar that night and then we went for a walk in the park along the river, stayed up all night talking. We were inseparable from that moment on.

Not long after, Rich found a cheap banjo at a local pawn shop and brought it home thinking he might teach himself how to play it. Like most of the things he brings home (gadgets, clothes, toys, pretty much anything) I quickly reallocated it for myself, I’m good that way.  When you pick up a new-to-you instrument the most amazing thing happens- a new tuning or way of looking at chords, even just the shapes your hand makes when you touch the fretboard, makes all kinds of cool interpretations of things come out of you- things you would have never done on your old tried-and-true guitar or keyboard.

I suppose the gun-shy part of me begged the question, “Is this going to last? Will we be able to feel this way about each other when it isn’t new and crazy anymore? Will is stand the tests?” And I’m happy to say that 8 years and a whole lot of trials later, it has.

Production notes:
The little lady singing along at the end of the song is Miss Ada Mae Florek, the daughter of one of our dear friends and Rich’s bandmate in Brazen Hussy, Sara and our friend Jared from another great New London band, Street People. I had the pleasure of being by her side when Ada was born, nearly 6 years ago. And I have to tell you, Ada is a rock star. The crazy sounds you hear at the end of the song is a reverse banjo, played by Matt Lindauer.

Night We Fell In Love
Will you remember how I smiled?
Will you remember how we walked for miles?
Will you remember that one fateful kiss?
The night we fell in love

When the rains come & people close their shutters
& the storm clouds seem to hang right above us
Will you remember when you are soaking wet?
The night we fell in love

Will you still be tender when your hands
Know me better than your own homeland?
Will you remember how you held me then?
The night we fell in love

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!!!

Laughing Place

photoWash the canvas all in gold, as the floor of heaven
To bleed through every color overlaid
So shines a good deed in a naughty world
How far that little candle throws his beams!

Please, Mister, please don’t throw me into that briar patch
Lord knows I might never find my way back

I don’t believe in heroes, greater glory dims the less
Secrets have a way of corroding their containers

So you stole fire from the gods, this precious gift
Some use for right and some for wrong

You can use the master’s tools to unmake the master’s house
But where will you run when the final judgment comes?

O Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?