FRANK FAIRFIELD @ The Autry

The Cave Singers || Listen || Watch
The Cave Singers is an American folk trio from Seattle, Washington. Reminiscent of a more earnest Will Oldham, a tempered Animal Collective, or a whimsical Mountain Goats, their music is sparse yet harmonious.

Rising from the ashes of Pretty Girls Make Graves after its disbandment in 2007, former PGMG-member Derek Fudesco teamed up with Pete Quirk (of Hint Hint) and Marty Lund (of Cobra High) and began playing in the Seattle area. Soon after the band’s conception, The Cave Singers signed with Matador Records on June 11, 2007. The band spent time recording in Vancouver with music engineer Colin Stewart, who quickly produced the band’s first full-length LP. Before releasing The Cave Singers’ debut album, Invitation Songs, the band released the limited edition pre-release 7” “Seeds Of Night” including the b side “After The First Baptism” on August 2, 2007. A month later, Invitation Songs was released on September 25, 2007 and met with critical acclaim. The second single from Invitation Songs, “Dancing On Our Graves”, was released on February 25, 2008.

On 18th August, The Cave Singers released their second album ‘Welcome Joy’, featuring guest appearances from Amber and Ashley Webber from Lightning Dust. Matador Records gave away a free download of one of the new tracks, ‘Beach House’ to fans.

LIA ICES || Listen || Watch

Lia Ices lives in an elegantly built bird of prey-style nest; she definitely has some avian relatives. She’s got Joni Mitchell, Chan Marshall, and Christie McVie genes as well. Her singing resembles certain tropical birds calls, but her notes bounce up-and-down through the octaves more like those of a red-winged blackbird. She is a woman and a fierce musician, whether she was borne from the forest floor or from a mother in a hospital bed, who later bought her a piano and signed her up for lessons when she was a child. Let’s assume both are true. There’s both outright desire and intimacy in her sound, a no-pussyfooting approach to re-telling tales from the secret garden.

Frank Fairfield
“It’s difficult to imagine Frank Fairfield living in an apartment, let alone using e-mail or a cell phone. It’s much easier to picture him supine in the back of a boxcar, plucking his battered banjo while shuttling across a black Southern sky. Or camped by the bank of some slow-moving tributary, fiddling forgotten Appalachian murder ballads, surrounded by hobos chomping cold beans. Or stepping out of a Faulkner novel, all gun smoke, ancestral ghosts and gee-tar.”- LA WEEKLY

Performances in Plaza (outside).
@ The Autry in Griffith Park
4700 Western Heritage Way
Los Angeles, CA 90027