I'm a cellist. A classically trained, plays concerti and symphonies, cellist who names her instruments after literary characters. Darcey is my one and only right now. I don't always tell people right away that I play the cello because then they start wanting you to put private concerts on and that's just pretentious (and there's one thing I try to avoid being if I can help it). I am most especially prone to keeping my musicality less than visible when I'm around people who write their own music, probably because . . .well heck, I'm not entirely sure, but I don't generally tell guitar players that I play the cello. It's not that I'm ashamed, I most certainly am not the cello is the sweet sweet instrument of love, sorrow, passion and peace. But somehow I let it slip to my very talented and quite known musical friends that I play the cello. And suddenly this girl who doesn't play when words are involved and never ever performs without music or memorized notes is playing gig (yes, it was just one, but when you're used to string quartets, a gig with a piano and a singer where other people play guitar and sing is a big fat deal) and recording music with her incredibly talented friends. Friday, after but a few minutes of rehearsal I laid down (I believe that's the technical recording term) a track with my darling friend Molly D. And it was fun. I recorded in a bathroom, it was one of the more hardcore things Darcey and I've done together.

Here she is at Guru's playing a song she wrote, that I lalalove:

She's fantastic, isn't she? You might be able to tell that there was in fact no cello . . .you'll just have to buy her album to hear it . . .and don't expect it to be with that song, because it won't be there. I felt like one of the cool kids and Darcey felt all liberated and legit because there are stickers and scratches on his case plus he made some really lovely sounds in that bathroom!