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Hello friends!  We just had a wonderful show at Southpaw last Thursday.  Thanks so much to everyone who came out.  Not only was it an evening delightfully close to home, but we managed to record the entire show.  We might put up more tracks in the future, but for now, here’s our very first recording of Widow’s Walk.  It’s live, so it’s not perfect, but we really hope you enjoy it.  You download it by right clicking the link below.

MP3: “Widow’s Walk” – Solider On Dear Friend


Fender Mustang Bass Ritzer 004

Look at it.  Beautiful.  Perfection in every way.  One volume knob and one tone knob, resting perfectly on that little swoop of silver.  The understated but still interesting color combination of the blonde and tortoise shell.  The curvy edges, and the small neck that perfectly fits my tiny hands.  I’m in love.  I joined a band because I wanted to get guys (if we’re being honest, isn’t that the point of rock music?).  Instead, I’ve fallen in love with a guitar.  A Fender mustang, to be precise.  I visit it at the Guitar Center on 14th street frequently.  I plug it into my favorite Ampeg amp and noodle around, imagining what it would be like to play it whenever I wanted.

Alas, it’s an unrequited love.  First of all, I’m unworthy.  I practice a lot, and I’m getting better, but my current bass skills don’t warrant such an instrument.  Also, I just don’t have an extra $800 sitting around.  Sure, if it were true love I’d move home with my parents in New Jersey, freeing up most of my income, allowing me to get the bass of my dreams.  I’m just not sure I’m ready for that kind of committment yet.  Ah, to be young and in love.

P.S. Don’t show my current Axl bass this post.  We’re still very much in love and things are going well, but a girl can have a celebrity crush, can’t she?

Hi All!  I’m Madalyn, the bass player for this delightful indie outfit.  I, too, will be contributing to this blog, though probably not as whimsically as Meredith.  

We have this new tradition (that we unfortunately forgot to do at Trash Bar) where Anna shotguns a beer in the bathroom of wherever we happen to be.  This all got started when we were recording our latest two songs down in Virginia.  




And another (same occasion, different shower):



We also did it at Olde Club, but I can’t seem to find those photos.  Maybe they’ll turn up at an opportune moment in the future, like when Anna is running for some sort of political office.  Like the Mayor of Rock.