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We are Thornfield

Many of you have followed patiently along as I rambled about my performances in the past year with my friend and singer/songwriter Carrie and her husband Eric. Well, what started as a little shindig doing back-up vocals for her has evolved. We are coming together as a true unit, and somewhere along the way we went from being three people who happened to be doing some songs together to being a band.

One thing that I love about our band is that all three of us are songwriters and contributors of music. This makes for a fun and interesting array of numbers–though we hope to have a cohesive style, the different music we all bring to the table adds a fun twist.

So with all that said, I’m thrilled to announce our brand-spankin’ new band name: Thornfield.

Note: Please feel welcome to throw confetti, unfurl party streamers, and don a silly pointed hat at this juncture.

Today I am shutting up already, and simply sharing our new website with all y’all. You can find our schedule of gigs/live performances, video and audio recordings of some of our performances, pictures, etc. On that note, anyone who’s in town this Saturday: we’re performing at 7pm at our regular CityGrounds gig in Lincoln Park. Be there or be a crankybutt.*

*Just kidding. No one’s a crankybutt. Everyone is lovely, I love the world, the sun shines when you smile, etc. etc.

If you can’t make it to our gig but want to hear a little of our sound, please listen to the fabulous song “Dinosaur” written by Eric and performed by the 3 of us. It’s one of my faves.

Cheerio, McFeerio!

It's finally spring

After flirting with the 40s and 50s all through the month of May, Chicago seems to have finally decided that tomorrow it will be springtime–Saturday is the beginning of an 8-day stretch (according to weather.com) that will be solidly rooted in the 70s and 80s. It’s a good thing, because I turn 28 this weekend and I did NOT want to celebrate in a near-freezing drizzle.

Skirts and shorts and capris, welcome back to my life! Furry winter legs, begone!

This weekend my plans are as follows: I will be getting my very first pedicure with my friend and bandmate Carrie, going on a birthday date with my husband, dealing with the overflowing laundry baskets (before they mutate and become a monster named Shrork or a monstress named Shrorquette), shimmying over to my in-laws where the word ‘grilling’ has been mentioned, and exposing my ivory skin to as much sun as possible so that ‘ivory’ can slowly transition to ‘pasty’, and ‘pasty’ can slowly transition to a mere ‘white’.

Did I ever tell you that a few weeks ago, when I wore capri-length yoga pants to my Capoeira class at the gym, a woman pointed at my pale, pale legs and burst into laughter? Then she started speaking loudly in Polish to her group of friends, who all turned towards me and laughed their heads off too. True story.

Adios amigos! I hope everyone has a great Memorial Day weekend!