News Update—What We’ve Been Up To


Margaret & Kristoph

This year’s Consonance (THE Bay Area Filk Convention) was better than ever. We had international guest Rika Körte as a houseguest for several days the week before the con, which was delightful. It also gave us time work up some music together such that Jeff and I both performed in her set and she performed in ours.

We also performed with Kristoph and Margaret on what is probably my favorite song in their expansive repertoire. I refer, of course, to Jack Daw—which is a song about the Fisher King legend.

On a very personal note, this is the first actual convention I’ve done since having body parts replaced with nice bionic ones (I, Borg) and it was fantastic. I danced myself silly. I jumped up and down. I walked. Take that, gravity!


Seanan McGuire

The week after Consonance, we once again formed the core of Seanan McGuire’s Traveling Circus and Snake Handling Show for her Half Off Ragnarok release party. (This is Book Three in her Incryptid series.) This time the performers were us, Paul Kwinn and Beckett Gladney, and Rika Körte back from a short trip up to Seattle. We wove together two sets of music between raffle drawings and Seanan’s madcap Q&A sessions. Much fun was had by all—except for the trying to find a place to park in San Francisco part. We have another book event coming up in May at Borderlands for the release of Sparrow Hill Road.

This weekend, Seanan will be in the studio working on her next (soon to be named) CD.  News at 11.


Gearing up for Consonance

Tonight is the night of the Guest / Concom dinner for Consonance, THE San Francisco Bay Area filk convention, which convenes officially Friday afternoon at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Milpitas. This will entail three days of music, workshops, and general fun.



We had the good fortune to host International guest Rika Koerte for several days and ended up with several collaborative pieces of music. Funny how that happens. We’re also going to be doing a little musical cross-pollinating with Guests of Honor Margaret and Kristoph.

For those who might like to attend, our concert is on Friday night at 8 PM. Rika’s concert is Saturday at 2 PM and Margaret and Kristoph’s is Saturday at 7:30.

But tonight, if all goes according to plan, Jeff and I will be indulging in Thai food with other members of the concom and a dozen or so of our filkish friends. (Hm. WordPress does not know the word “filkish”. It keeps trying to correct me to “folkish”. Quelle surprise!)

— Maya (the Consonance Program Book Lady)

Lord Peter and Vixy

Lord Peter and Vixy

Musicians and cats seem to go together and we all know that social media primarily exists for the purpose of posting pictures of cats. So, why buck a trend, I say.

Recently, we went up to Seattle to perform as part of Betsy Tinney’s release concert/party for Release the Cello and met her amazing feline companions. The marmalade gentleman seated next to Vixy is Lord Peter Whimsy—a Maine Coon.

As you can tell, Lord Peter adores being adored.

Come see us at Consonance 2014

We will be performing at the Bay Area’s Filk music convention Consonance on Friday, March 7 from 8-9 PM. Where is it? I’m glad you asked! Consonance will run from Friday – Sunday at the Crown Plaza Hotel, 777 Bellew Drive,  Milpitas CA 95035. Full details can be found at the Consonance web site. We’ll be playing a mixture of parodies and original songs, including some brand new songs, with special guests.

Torturing Freddie’s Ghost

It was inevitable that we should pair a Queen song up with Dr. Seuss, I suppose. We’d already tortured Freddie’s ghost by linking him with Star Wars, Dairy Queen, and the Chicago Cubs. Why not Green Eggs and Ham?

How does something like this happen, you ask?

It was at the end of a long drive to Palmdale to visit the Tyra clan. We were listening to Jeff’s playlist when a Queen song came on that we hadn’t parodied yet. It was Death on Two Legs.

“I love that song,” I thought. “What can we do to it?”

The answer arrived as a snatch of doggerel by which “Death on Two Legs” became, in my tilted brain, “Ham and Green Eggs.”

I confessed my transgression to Jeff (Yes, I know Baha’is aren’t supposed to confess their sins.) and he  absolved me. I uttered a very tiny, minor sin a bit later as he started to work on the song.

“I think,” I said, “that suicide scans to sunny side.” 

Indeed it does.

My apologies to Freddie.

(And a shout-out to Harold Ramis. Thanks for the laughter. We’ll miss you.)