Horse Feathers w/ Frank Fairfield
Saturday, December 8
Doors open at 7:30pm
At High Mayhem Emerging Arts, 2811 Siler Lane, Santa Fe
High Mayhem, in conjunction with T-Cubed
Productions, is excited to present HORSE FEATHERS with very special guest Frank
Fairfield! This marks Horse Feathers' first-ever performance in Santa Fe.
High Mayhem is an intimate listening space and
tickets for this show are LIMITED. Get yours now at http://www.ticketssantafe.org/tsf/event_calendar/detail/1664
"Two factors elevate the band to greatness: 1) That is a hell of a
stirring string section, which helps Horse Feathers achieve rare exquisiteness;
and 2) singer Justin Ringle knows how to use his warm, kind tenor to mask
powerful lyrics about dark secrets and bruised souls." -NPR
"The indie music scene has been trending toward the electronic side for
some time now, making this acoustic indie band a refreshing pleasure to see
live. Without the help of effect pedals, Horse Feathers relies on their musical
abilities, the vocals of all four band members, and their creative
experimentation with their instruments to create different sounds that many
other bands are only capable of producing with the help of computers. The
resulting music is pure and simply beautiful." - New Music Collaborative
"Heartbreaking and pretty, the scenes in Horse Feathers’ music are shaped
by stark piano, moody upright bass and Ringle’s folksy
fingerpicking....Sustaining an uneasy, somber mood through minor chords, the
group plays with enough quiet strength to keep the feeling of defeat at bay.
Even without a trace of sunshine, Horse Feathers’ melancholy, country-flecked
chamber-folk is buoyed by a sense of redemption that could convert the
gloomiest cynic." Time Out Chicago
"The transformation from album to stage was actually quite amazing, the
instrumentation had even more of a presence live than it does on their albums
(I didn't think it was possible). " - Twin Cities Daily Planet
ABOUT 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