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February 25, 2008 Monday

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Baby Dee w/Magicicada/Pony Bones
9:00PM - - -
Price:  $10


Performance artist, songwriter, classically trained harpist, circus sideshow veteran, and transgender street legend Baby Dee was born in 1953 in Cleveland, OH. She spent ten years as music director and organist for a Catholic church in the Bronx before joining the circus as the bilateral hermaphrodite at Coney Island. This landed her a gig as the bandleader for performance art group the Bindlestiff Family Circus and a tour with the Kamikaze Freak Show in Europe. After moving back to New York City, she became a fixture in lower Manhattan with a street act on a high-rise tricycle with a concert harp. She recorded her first record, Little Window, on the Durtro label in 2000, a four-track EP in 2001, and her second full-length, the double-disc Love's Small Song, in 2002. Dee returned to Ohio during the latter record's recording, taking vows as a novitiate of the Little Sisters of Crabby Doom (a Cleveland-based order dedicated to the care of smelly old men), vows that she has since forsaken. For her third full-length recording, Dee recruited a typically eclectic army of fellow musicians, including Will Oldham, Andrew W.K., Robbie Lee, Max Moston (Antony and the Johnsons), Bill Breeze (Psychic TV), John Contreras (Current 93), James Lo (Chavez), and Lia Kessel. The resulting Safe Inside the Day arrived in January 2008 on Drag City Records.

"A SHORT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SOMETHING WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE
COMPLETION OF THE ALBUM SAFE INSIDE THE DAY FOR DRAG CITY.
I was born in Cleveland Ohio. This album is very much about the street I grew up
on. Where The Earlie King ruled without mercy. And Bobby Slot and Freddy Weiss
invented the Dance of Diminishing Possibilities.
I left for New York in 1972 and eventually became a musician. I was good at the
sacred and I was good at the profane but I could never get the hang of anything
in between and I went from the street to the church to the street again and then
I stopped.
I found myself back in Cleveland and began to write songs.
And then I stopped writing songs. I thought I had said everything I had to say and
there was nothing left to say so I simply stopped.
And then I remembered Bobby Slot and Freddy Weiss and my own father and all
the little ghosts that lived with us and I realized that there was something left to
say after all.
The inside is bigger than the outside, more important, and less destructible.
“ Many mansions” and all that.
Kingdom of god.
I love everybody"
— Dee

www.babydee.org
allmusic guide
brainwashed
myspace.com/theonlybabydee
queenmother



"Magicicada is one of those rarities who has a rich and private sound-world, and successfully immerses the listener in it from the very start. Each episode is an example of semi-magical trance music, using lots of elements - musical instruments, found tapes, field recordings, scattered vocals and collaborations; and unusual recordings methods, including placement of microphones in unexpected areas, suggesting vertiginous gravity-defying sound-capture.
Magicicada provides plenty evidence of bonding with nature and the wild outdoors with as much engagement as any disciple of Walt Whitman, but also dwelling in a private electro-acoustic shack of home-recording and tape reworking with the fanatical devotion of a Frank Zappa.
Listeners will note the inviting title "Everyone is Everyone", an encouraging come-all-ye which suggests the possibility of omniscient knowledge to all who study the ways of Mother Earth and live by her rules. These composed sound-events meander like ghostly dreamers across the plenty of Nature, yet are also dense, elaborate and rich - accumulating variety like a rolling stone gathering lichens. Magicicada is the kind of person who will take a walk in the woods and fetch back 55 electronic goldfish, set them in a pool with digital carp, and watch the results....."

Ed Pinsent
Sound Projector magazine

magicicada.com
myspace.com/magicicada




Pony Bones cooks up despair ridden junk country/gospel/blues bastardization make your face feel like it's been rubbed out with sandpaper. Beautiful and haunting vernacular soundscapes/unparalleled and essential.

myspace.com/ponybones


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