DAPPER TACHE

(Why is there no mood symbol for "swoony"??)

This fine specimen is more on par with the era that we sort of emulate...generally, it's those Victorian gents who give me palpitations, but I finally managed to find a more contemporary (relatively) Tache o'the Week. Admittedly, there is not quite enough substance and curl to this guy's cookie duster. But let's not split hairs.

We'll just pretend that perhaps it's a work in progress...and let that suberb coif(Brylcreem, anyone?)and somewhat smarmy, raised-eyebrow expression make up for any
possible moustachial lack. *sigh* Works for me!

Speaking of taches, guess who's going to London in a couple weeks and is going to pop in on the Handlebar Club's monthly pub meeting? Guess who is already fearing that her usually shy nature will fly the coop and allow embarrassing, self-incriminating remarks fly out of her mouth like so many clay pigeons at a sharpshooters' meet?
That would be me.
And guess who will get to read all about it?
You. I know you can't wait.

We hope that you lovely folks have heard and enjoyed our new mp3s. We are quite excited about how things are shaping up. Those were just dry practice recordings...I can't wait for us to get proper recordings down.
Otherwise, in our continued collaboration with Craig Roberston, it looks like we will get to throw a 5-valve tuba into the mix soon! That will be just stupendous, eh?

Tomorrow is looking like fun...
Forest Hills Cemetery performance. Sadly, it's for trustees only, but we promise to share some pictures with you as soon as we can!

FOR THE RECORD

Mood:  lyrical
Hello gentle readers...
Some of you have been asking to hear more of our music and well, we finally got the hint!

The following tracks were recorded in my very own living room, and we hope you enjoy them more than my lazy cats seemed to:
TEN CENTS A DANCE
featuring the lovely vocals of Ms. Renee Desar, also with Karen on cello, and Ms. Kitty Heels on the percussion kit...

AM I BLUE?
featuring Renee on vox & cello, Ms. Kitty on Singing Saw, Kazoo & comic relief, and Ms. Karen on the ukulele

ARE YOU MAKIN' ANY MONEY?
with Ms. Karen on uke, vox & sass, Ms. Renee on cello, and Ms. Kitty on the percussion kit

TAKE ME OUT TO THE MOUSTACHE....ER...I MEAN, BALLGAME.

Mood:  lucky
A whole week behind on these. What is the world coming to? It's those winter blahs, perhaps. And the fact that the vast scores of you who (don't) read this are apparently too shy to indicate your presence isn't all that encouraging. *sigh*
(This is how, on occasion, I can possibly earn a pity comment or two. See what I am reduced to??)
But enough about me.
I still care enough to bestow you with a strapping buck of a sportin' Tache o'the Week.
Now, I am not into sports. But if all the players looked like this, then I'd subscribe to ESPN 1, 2, AND 3! This is a kind donation from the Ukulele Crooner, Mr. Rick Russo. I suspect that although given in goodwill, it may also serve as a sort of dodge tactic. See, he said he'd grow one. And I'm not going to forget. I bet he thinks he can toss a couple old tache photos my way for distraction and make a clean-shaven getaway.
Nonetheless, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I happily share with you this fine gent:
Mike "King" Kelly!

Seriously an interesting fellow...one article says:
At 5-foot-10 and 170 pounds, Kelly was strikingly handsome, the stereotypical "man about town." He wore the latest fashions, carried a cane, twiddled his mustache at the Chicago ladies, and captivated all with his Irish wit and his willingness to buy a round for the house. He played baseball by day, partied by night, and seldom slept in his own bed. The only thing he consumed faster and in greater quantity than alcohol was Cap Anson's patience. The manager was not complimenting Kelly when he said, "There's not a man alive who can drink Mike Kelly under the table."
Ok, I think I'm in love. I think it was the twiddling that cinched it. *sigh*

Anyway, we've been up to lots of practicing...a couple performances are being lined up (more as they become definite), and even perhaps some recording in the near future.

Stay warm, and stay tuned!

GET OUT THE SMELLING SALTS, LADIES!

Mood:  caffeinated
OK, I know I keep getting behind on these Taches o'the Week....but you'll just have to find it in your heart to forgive. Yes, I know it's hard. But today's offering might just make up for it.
I was out on one of my periodic tache recon missions (*cough cough* ebay *cough*), flying high above cyberspace in my U-2, when I stumbled upon this beaut. I should not confess that before I could stop it, an audible "Who-o-oahh Nellie!" escaped my lips. Because that would be embarassing, and I wouldn't want anyone to know that. What...? Oh, dang. I ratted myself out again. *sigh*
Nonetheless, check out this A-bomb of a Tache o'the Week!
*cue air raid siren*

He needs more hair, admittedly, but otherwise...
And slap a black bowler on him and who cares?
I'm just wondering what great sin I committed that cursed me to have to live now instead of 100 years ago. Tragic.

In other news, we are continuing our work with Mr. Ukulele , and now even Ms. Kitty has joined us in preparations with him for a February performance at the chapel of the lovely
Forest Hills Cemetery, which I am sorry to report is slated to be a private event for trustees. Should be a blast for us, though. And hopefully we'll at least be able to share some pics with you here afterwards.
I must say that the ukulele and male vocals by Craig are quite well set off by our cello-ing and sawing! And there just may be some female vocals, too, but then, that's a secret for now.

Here are a couple links for you, too...
recently discovered two great acts that some of you may already be aware of, but anyhow...
Jill Tracy and
then there's Nicki Jaine . They are both so vampy and lovely! Don't you just love that feeling of coming across a great new artist you didn't previously know of? I do!

HELLO 2005!

Mood:  happy
Although I know those of you (all two of you) who read this were hoping desperately for a Tache o'the Week involving an old-timey rendition of Baby New Year with a moustache man's mug photoshopped onto it, I am sorry (relieved?) to report that I do have my limits. There, now...stop wailing. There's always Easter.
Instead, I give you something else.
It's the Saw Player o'the Year!
We are SO proud that our own Miss Kitty Heels (aka Leigh Calabrese) has been nominated by Boston's Noise Magazine as the best "other" instrumentalist for 2004! Go here and help her win by voting:
Noise Poll .
Of course, it's got only a little to do with her doings with our outfit, and a lot to do with her work with the wonderful Beat Circus, but still. Go, Miss Kitty!

We are soooo proud!
Voting ends on Jan 4th...hopefully I'll have good news to report soon, and we'll be able to get her to make a tearful acceptance speech...even if it's only for our ears!

In other news, Karen and I have begun working with the talented Craig Robertson , ukulele guru. Karen's been taking uke lessons and is getting quite the chops, if you ask me. The two of us will be playing this upcoming event, backing Craig for a few songs:
Ukulele Noir! Should be a blast! And any excuse to play Skybar is good enough for me. The sound there is so wonderful, as is the soundman.

Other than that, we hope everyone is recovering today. I rather enjoy the clean-slate feeling after all the holiday debauchery the last few weeks.
There's a big pot of black eyed peas simmering on the stove (it's a Southern tradition passed on by my grandmother...eating them on New Year's Day brings good fortune in the coming year!) and I find myself daydreaming of all the possibilities that the new year brings.
What? Oh, allright...fine. If you insist. Here:

That's what you were really waiting for. Happy now? Sheesh....as bad as me...
you all really should get your mind out of the wax tin once in a while.
hmmm...he's rather fetching, though...*sigh*

WE WISH YOU A MERRY TACHEMAS

Mood:  party time!
Well of course I would not let the holiday go by without another (gimmicky, photoshopped) special Tache o'the Week!
Perhaps this is what young Santa looked like.
Imagine. Er..or, excuse me while I do.

We three hope everyone has a lovely holiday, safe travel, and the magical ability to not absorb all those calories!

Here's a photo of us in front of the tree at the gracious Carpenters' (Brian of Beat Circus and his lovely missus) holiday party a couple weeks back.

Happy (insert holiday) to everyone!
Maybe Santa will bring me/us a comment or (dare I say?) guestbook entry.
Hmph..probably not. I haven't been that good.
It's crickets and coal in my (seamed) stocking for sure!
Now where's that eggnog...?

WEE TACHE

Mood:  silly
I know you silent masses have been unable to function without having your weekly fix delivered promptly on a Wednesday...but do try to pull yourselves together. The copious amounts of comments and emails that (haven't) flowed in show me your pain.
But nonetheless, here I am to remedy that with the Tache of the Week. I'll never let you down!
This is a great one. This magnificent tache couldn't even apparently wait for the onset of puberty, or indeed, even toddlerhood to begin to assert itself. That, or this little guy had some really cool parents! Either way, what a fine start in life, eh?

I'd love to see a "Where Is He Now?" story.

In other events, our performance within the hallowed walls of Man Ray seemed to go off well.
We got good comments afterwards, and all in all had a very good time! It was apparently quite an unusual thing, a group like us playing a venue like that with that sort of setup and in that part of the club...but from what I understand, it came off pretty well. We three are quite happy to have entertained there! Karen's working on getting some photos into the gallery...ones taken by the gracious, friendly, swell-guy Bill Miller on that cold and rainy night. Look for them soon. While you wait on the edge of your chair, biting your fingers in anticipation, (or...not!)here's a little preview in the meantime:

My gaping maw and Ms. Heels' fabulous feathered maracas indicate that it was snapped during "Ten Cents a Dance". Thanks ever so much to everyone who came out and said nice things!

Mood:  quizzical
Ok, so I am not so sure what the deal is on this specimen. All I can fathom is that it must be some sort of memorial cabinet card...though I have never seen one like this. I am assuming that the fact that the (deceased? Well, I mean THEN too..)dreamboat's face is on what looks to be either a hand fan or a looking glass, and that there are strange, presumably symbolic things loitering about
the scene, such as a cat, a tiny rat, and a swallow above...well, this must be a memorial. How touching.
And what a waste of a smashing tache, in that case.
Carriage accident? Poisoned buns? Septic shock from an unfortunate paper cut inflicted by a small book of Shakespeare's sonnets? Imagine. Or..er...excuse me while I do.
But regardless, here he is...the rather puzzling Tache o'the Week.

If any of you antiquing smarties have any idea, do tell me!
I am also wondering why on earth this sort of hairstyle is never duplicated these days...it's just so quaint and cute. Someone should start a trend! Come on...yes, you! I bet you can still get macassar oil or badger grease somewhere.

I am just beginning to mentally get my goth on for tonight's performance at
Man Ray. If you're feeling dark yet flappery, come on out. Do say hello. Well, not in the middle of a song, please. (You'd be surprised...!)I believe we start up at 11pm, in the lounge area.
In the gothic spirit, I give you a tragic, cold-hard-truth peek into what all my lovely gentlemen probably look like right now....(Not for the faint of heart). The impressive thing is that obviously the glory of a fine mouth-muffler cannot be tempered, even by death. His truth is marching on! Glory, glory halleluia...!

HOT DIGGITY!

Mood:  happy
What a great evening at Nave Gallery! Everyone was SO nice, and you couldn't look in any direction without seeing some fabulous artwork.
We are most grateful to have been allowed to entertain the patrons.
On the off chance that anyone reading this was:
A.) There.
B.) Equipped with a digital camera.
C.) Interested in us gals enough to snap some pics.
D.) Feeling ultra-generous.
and
E.) Would like to have the very next Tache o'the Week dedicated to you (imagine how jealous your friends would be!),
then please email us some so we may put them here on the site, with due credit, of course! We'd be so appreciative, really.

sob_sisters@yahoo.com would be the place to send them.

And there are still plenty of nice pieces to be seen and bought over at the Nave Gallery. Check it out...click that link in the last post for the skinny on days and times and whatnot.

RUSTIC TACHE

Mood:  energetic
This one reminds me very much of one of the best chock-full-o-moustache films ever: Tombstone. Yeah, I'm not really into Westerns that much, either. But this one is a feast for the eyes. Plus there are plenty of other attractions, such as laudanum addiction, some sidesaddle riding, moustaches, an awfully cute young Billy Zane, great villains, moustaches, and a nice, raging case of consumption. Did I mention that it has moustaches?
So here he is, the straight shootin' Tache o'the Week! *ricochet!*

OK, so it looks like he's just protecting the henhouse. Ignore the chicken wire in the background, then. Sheesh.

A little birdie told me that our photo is in the Boston Phoenix this week! ACK! I guess it has to do with our little recital tonight at the Nave Gallery in Somerville. See here for more details.
Holy Moses Malone...I haven't even figured out what to wear yet. I'd better get cracking!
Do say hello if you stop by...we won't bite. Well, ok, just keep a respectful distance from Ms. Heels' saw.