As some of you might have heard, the Ettes' rural homestead in Nashville - Gypsy House - was broken into while we were on this last US tour. The cops say it was probably local teenagers (who I will personally get around to MELTING) but in all rational likelihood, we ain't gettin' our stuff back. That's okay; I don't expect to. Bye bye, Jem's favorite old guitar. Bye bye, my banjo. And hair dryer. And $3 Ikea light dimmer... fucking weirdos.
This ol' heart is used to breakin', so I'll be all right, but NASHVILLE! We need your help!
Xandria guards the Xanadon't Estate in Olympia, Washington, and Gypsy guards ours here in Nashville, but we need more deterrents and spook masters out here on our grounds and talismans of doom and delight around the house to ensure against further burglatude! So we're going to play a game!
September 23 we headline the Next Big Nashville Festival show at the Basement, and we'd like everyone to bring something weird to help decorate our fortress of rock! Picture a creepy ripped dress hanging limply from an ominous tree branch. A mannequin's torso hanging from our psychedelic basketball hoop. Rotted doll heads and stuffed animals peeking out at you from every shadow. And just contribute to that!
Bring all of your no-longer-loved toys, stuffed animals, yard creatures, old holiday decorations, lights, and most of all, anything menacing, creepy, or off-putting. Haunted and cursed items welcome.
If you show up at the Basement with a contribution to the Ettes' Gypsy House, you'll get a free shot! If that ain't incentive, I don't know what is! And you'll totally get invited to our Halloween party. It's 13 acres. An outdoor bar. A giant sign that reads "ALL HOPE ABANDON YE WHO ENTER HERE".
Thanks (and thanks to the Nashville Cream for putting out that gear APB) and see you the 23rd!
Coco, Mistress of Motion
Gypsy House
Nashville, Tennessee
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Oh my God. Where are those? Yay new nightmares!!
ReplyDeleteFound 'em at an antique store on Eighth Ave. I almost bought them just to burn them, but thought better of riding around in my car with them staring at me from the backseat.
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