Documenting the adventures of the Leydies as they embark on tour from Mexico to New York
July 10th- 14th: Sleepless in the City
It turns out Sunday is the one day a week that New York slows down. While Lydia and Maddy shared a late brunch with their Ithaca family, Kate and Emilie relived their past, singing and playing pandeiro on the subway like they did in Brazil. We all reunited in McCarren park in Williamsburg where we shared some tunes with new and old friends, passersbys, and even a hawk that landed in a nearby tree. Our music attracted strangers who would come take a seat, listen and chat before heading on their way. We sang Salaam and out of nowhere popped two Israeli kids on a razor scooter and a bicycle, thrilled to hear us singing in Hebrew. We sang happy birthday to the younger sister Mia, and agreed that was a perfect way to finish our concert in the park. For dinner, Kate, Emilie and Victor had their very first New York Bagel and we went to sleep early in preparation for the days to come.
Monday night was our first show at Shrine World Music Venue. We were warmly welcomed by the staff and the place quickly filled up with our friends and some unexpected guests we had met through various travels and along our journey here. After soundcheck, we huddled together on stage to take a breath and carry out our tradition of dedicating our show. That night the show was for the people and community of Harlem.
Shortly after drinking piña coladas, it was time to drive down to a second impromptu show at Silvana, but we did manage to catch a few minutes of thirteen-year-old Gibson Malone shredding it on guitar. We caravanned with friends to the venue where we played a whole new set, and ended the night with an epic and much needed dance party until the wee hours of the morning.
Tuesday was our quintessential New York day. I have to admit, it started a little rough when Lydia realized Emilie and Maddy had made an executive decision to leave her beloved purple chair behind in the gutter the night before. But we all cheered up once we hit the streets on a mission to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. We started from St. Marks Pl and Victor led us through China town and little Italy where we ate fruits we’d never seen before and Lydia found a new and improved chair that she strapped to her back for the rest of the day. We stopped to watch some break dancers near the bridge and Victor and Jessi got dragged into the show where a sexy shirtless man did a flip right over their heads. Kate wrote our name on the Brooklyn Bridge and with tired feet we rode the train back to the east village to prepare for our show.
We dedicated the show at Piano’s to Emilie’s brother Matthew, commemorating the eleventh anniversary of his passing. Once again, we were pleasantly surprised by the friends and family that appeared in the upstairs lounge to share the evening with us. Ithacans, Pitzer kids, a long lost cousin and many more. After the show and some more piña coladas, Maddy, Lydia, and Emilie headed to the upper west side to spend a night with a childhood friend. We made a pit stop in Times Square and drove through the glittery flashing streets with the mini van doors open and Emilie in awe at the iconic scene.
On our last day in New York, we all convened in Little Senegal to share a big Senegalese meal of Thiebujien, Mafé and Yassa. We shared communal plates and saturated our taste buds with flavors until we were almost too full to walk Victor down the street to the subway where a heartfelt goodbye marked the beginning of the next leg of his journey– back to Brazil for the first time in a year and a half!
We spent the afternoon recording at Shrine Studios (our dear friend and epic host Jesse Starr’s basement). We stripped down to minimal amounts of clothing in the heat of the windowless basement to record Texas Rain and All That I See, a new song sung in French by Lydia.
That night, we returned to Silvana for our last hoorah. We were blessed to be joined by Katie Westmoreland, the talented artist that designed the cover art of our album! We dedicated this show to ourselves, and during our two hour set had the chance to share the stories and memories that brought the songs into being. Then came some more piña coladas and epic dance party number two. We could have stayed all night, and some of us nearly did, but morning eventually came and we had to pack up two houses of our scattered things and make it out of the city and into the green hills of Western Massachesetts before the traffic.
New York made us feel at home amid the chaos and energy. We made new fans and had the chance to meet each other’s friends and loved ones. We had too much fun and not enough piña coladas. We wished we had more time, but deep down we all knew it was time to get out of the city that never sleeps, knowing that we’ll always be welcomed back.
Sat, 16 Jul 2016 19:42:12 -0400 whythehotel
shrine world music
the city that never sleeps
New York it’s been real. Thank you for your warmth and…
New York it’s been real. Thank you for your warmth and welcoming @shrinestudiosnyc @leylinesound #fieldnoteslp #summerlove
Sat, 16 Jul 2016 18:26:29 -0400 summerlove
Adiós Spanish Harlem!
Adiós Spanish Harlem!
Sat, 16 Jul 2016 18:26:02 -0400
From Austin to Harlem. RIP Blaze. #claypigeons #johnprine…
From Austin to Harlem. RIP Blaze. #claypigeons #johnprine #harlem #leylinesound #silvanas @leylinesound (at Silvana)
Sat, 16 Jul 2016 18:25:42 -0400 johnprine
Check out “Cinnamon Fingers” from Ley Line’s…
Check out “Cinnamon Fingers” from Ley Line’s first album Field Notes – out now! #leylinesound #silvanas #harlem #cinnamon #nyc #fieldnoteslp @leylinesound (at Silvana)
Sat, 16 Jul 2016 18:25:20 -0400 fieldnoteslp
July 6-10th: From DC to Apt 1B
Three major east coast cities in three days. We planned to take a break from performing to explore our nation’s capital and spent the day walking from the White House to the Smithsonian, eating falafel with Kate’s first travel buddy Lauren and climbing the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. But low and behold, the music called and we found ourselves persuaded to play an impromptu open mic at a coffee shop before hitting the road for Philadelphia.
We arrived at Zoe’s house in the city of brotherly love in the middle of the night. Despite our mutual exhaustion we found the time to catch up before curling up in Ley line formation on the air mattress. In the morning we shared breakfast at the Redding Market and found some gems at a thrift store on east South Street. At this point, the Leydies parted ways for the very first time in our entire trip! Kate and Lydia drove to New York and the other three stayed behind to pick up 500 CDs hot off the press from the manufacturing company. They also had the chance to swim in dirty Phili water, drink some cheap beer, and see some old/new friends. By the time they made it to New York, Kate and Lydia were fast asleep. Kate was happily reunited with her boo in the lower east side and Lydia was curled up in a cozy Bed-Stuy apartment with her best friend in the whole world.
Our New York adventure began with an initiation into parking mayhem. While moving the car on Friday morning, Emilie found Goldie blocked in by an ambulance, police car and fire truck and was ushered to freedom via the sidewalk by a friendly fireman. We all reunited at Jesse Starr’s house in Spanish Harlem for band practice and worked on some love songs to play for a rehearsal dinner party that would be attending the Queen’s Night Market. That night, we went out to a fancy shmancy burlesque show at Duane Park and got a sneak peek into the hustle and bustle of St. Mark’s place.
On Saturday, we arrived early to The Queen’s International Night Market to sample the array of world food. Before the show, the five of us took a moment to connect and set an intention. We went to set up and quickly realized we had left all our microphones back in Harlem… uh oh.
Luckily we were able to reach the lovely Jeleine just in time for her to grab our mic bag in Harlem on her way to the show. By the second half of our set, post hip hop dancers, we had our act together. We were joined by a plethora of friends and family, adorable dancers and a soon to be married couple. The rain held off until the moment we finished playing, when a torrential downpour brought us all close as we ran equipment to the car and huddled under umbrellas. The Leydies and friends squeezed into Goldie and shivered in wet clothes on the subway and eventually met up in Harlem for beer and laughs at the Harlem Tavern.
Three more shows to come and the NYC adventure continues.
Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:08:20 -0400 queens international night market
st. mark’s place
Living large in DC
Living large in DC
Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:01:30 -0400 washington monument
Maddy mends the mini van, and look at Pepé as a young man!
Maddy mends the mini van, and look at Pepé as a young man!
Sun, 10 Jul 2016 23:59:35 -0400
July 4th and 5th: Home away from Home
Our visit to Greensboro, NC to visit Emilie’s grandparents, Memé and Pepé was nourishing for all five of us. Memé had her scrumptious crispy chicken enchiladas waiting for us when we arrived and we were greeted with open arms as Pepé played his first of many rounds of “Name that Lady of Ley Line.” He never could remember but it only became an issue when he mistakenly thought it was Lydia who fixed the car window instead of Maddy.
Pepé, who is 90 years old, prompted and re prompted us to retell our stories and travel plans more times than we could count. We found that the chance to share with him again and again affirmed our goals of traveling the world, continuing our music project and sharing our stories with friends and loved ones. We planned to stay only one night, but the slow rhythm of abuelos house was rubbing off on us and we still had a window to repair and many family photos to dive into. We gave a heartfelt private concert to the abuelos and auntie Maria Elena in the backyard garden and later made our way to downtown Greensboro to see the fireworks. We watched the show from the crowded streets and sang along to 90’s throwbacks all the way home.
There were countless take-away moments; Memé pulling Kate aside to give her advice on long-lasting marriage, Pepé dancing tango in the living room, reading every piece of text on our album, and the constant affirmation that we should always stay together and never abandon the special and unique relationship that we have. We left in tears of joy, filled with the sweetness only 60 years of unconditional love can create.
Sun, 10 Jul 2016 23:57:09 -0400 freedom
Fri, 08 Jul 2016 12:35:53 -0400 grandparents leylinesound digitaldiary
Southern hospitality had really rubbed off on Lucas, a native Ithacan, who welcomed us with open arms at 3 AM. We fell asleep in Ley Line formation, all 5 of us lined up on the floor next to Lucas’s bed and his Bae (snarly and sweet pit bull) had finally warmed up to our caravan. The Charleston Farmer’s Market felt like we were back at home, slightly hysterical from the blend of exhaustion and heat, but especially magical with the sweet southern crowd and the distant sound of church bells harmonizing with our rhythm. Apparently Charleston has more churches per capita than any other city in the U.S. We needed not be reminded of the coming Independence Day because we experienced our habitual twin dog sighting, this time in matching American flag outfits. After 5 shows in 5 days, Maddy was on the crazy mission to fix our driver’s side window, which unfortunately didn’t reach completion before our gig at the Elliotborough Mini Bar later that night (it’s just like, a mini, bar, oh yeah!). Mini t’was, with a capacity of about 20 people, it was on of this places where everyone’s head turns as you walk in out of curiosity as to where you and your party will sit! A slight commotion resulted from our attempt to Tetris all of the amplification gear on the stage where the four of us and our instruments could hardly fit. We ended up playing a short acoustic set for some sweet fans we made earlier in the day even though Emilie had totally lost her voice. Luckily, Maddy and Lydia could hold down the fort with their seemingly endless repertoire of acoustic 90’s throwbacks. As they winded down their set with Destiny’s Child, “Say My Name”, featuring the bartender on lead vocals, a surprising arrival of 8 new fans pulled us back onto our tiny stage to finish the set. The next day, we did our best to rally the troops and get out pay a visit to the ocean before heading on to Greensboro.
Thu, 07 Jul 2016 09:57:01 -0400
Lydia likes drinking apple juice on the beach and sun hats…
Lydia likes drinking apple juice on the beach and sun hats #leylinesound #charlestonsc #fieldnoteslp #hardwork
Sun, 03 Jul 2016 14:12:38 -0400 hardwork
Maddy loves playing Farmer’s Markets and eating peaches….
Maddy loves playing Farmer’s Markets and eating peaches. @leylinesound @charlestonfarms
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 16:23:52 -0400
July 1st: Georgia on my mindWe are leaving the Hostel in the…
July 1st: Georgia on my mind
We are leaving the Hostel in the Forest at 12am on the 2nd of July. We play a farmer’s market in Charleston South Carolina in the morning. We left the dense Georgian forest in the same way we arrived, weaving Goldie through the dark puddle ridden road into the abyss. The Hostel was a truly magical place. Before heading to the hostel on Thursday, we stopped in Savanna GA. Within 15 min we had unanimously decided that Savanna was the place for us. We visited SCAD and spoke with a tour guide about master’s programs and the cost of living, seeing as we were all convinced we would be moving there. From Savanna, we drove west towards Brunswick. From the hi-way, the Hostel appears as a humble sign in the woods. It took keen eyes to see the subtle dirt road of the entrance. The trees rise around us, covered in moss and lichen. Ferns, palm leaves and a dark earth cover the forest floor. The sky is a pattern of blue in the spaces between the leaves of the canopy of the jungle. Everything else is a vibrant green.
When we first arrived at the Hostel, we all took a nap. I awoke, feeling like I entered into a dream. The humidity, my exhaustion and the kind-hearted people of the Hostel all mixed into a stew I swam through for our time there. We swam in the pond, waded in the ocean and danced in the rain.
The Hostel is 90 acres of forest teaming with life. Chickens and ducks wander around the geodesic domes and tree houses. Raised wooden trails meander through the pines. There is no silence with the constant chatter of frogs, cicadas, crickets and birds. We played two shows at the Hostel in the Forest. Both nights we settled into the library, a wooden dome filled with books, blankets and an array of instruments. Both nights we sat together before the show and tuned in with each other. We set an intention with each other and then with our audience. We played acoustically, telling stories between the songs and sitting in silence at the end of the set. Both shows we finished with an accapella song, We Saw Blue.
Early in the day, we went to a driftwood beach and played in the sea. Thunder and lightning came and we stood on the shore and watched. Dark blues and grays filled the clouds. They grew and their edges blurred like watercolors until the sky bled into the sea. We realized it has rained every day that we have sung. We sing rain songs, Chuva, Agua do Mar, Texas Flood. At the end of our final show, one listener said, “you are a full cloud waiting to rain.” We made it rain.
The Hostel in the Forest was an amazing experience for us and we are so grateful for its sanctuary. Thank you everyone who creates that oasis in the jungle of southern Georgia. We cant wait to go back!
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 15:44:09 -0400 hostelintheforest
June 27th: Ley Line at the grey Eagle!
June 27th: Ley Line at the grey Eagle!
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 15:39:41 -0400 greyeagle
June 25th: Feeling the Asheville LoveWe were blessed to spend…
June 25th: Feeling the Asheville Love
We were blessed to spend five whole days in Asheville in our very own home thanks to our dear friend MK. After our first night of much needed sleep we awoke to the loud knocking of the landlord. He was surprised and unhappy with the abrupt arrival of five guests in the house and had come to exile us from the house. “The septic system can’t handle five people, and plus you need to call MK and tell her to pick up her trash, it’s all over the lawn, MK doesn’t give a shit. Emilie stayed calm cool and collected, and within one minute Randy turned a 180 and decided that we are great people and could spend the next four days on his property, as long as we abide by the rules of the house. Cha-ching! Secluded get away home in North Asheville for the weekend and unlimited chocolate cake thanks to MK!
The next day we rose early for a lady-day adventure out to Big Bradley Falls. The sun was shining and the humidity was inviting us to jump in some cool waters. Just as we reached a beautiful lookout above the falls, weighty droplets started to fall from the sky. We walked towards the descending trail and the rain fell harder, soaking out clothing and backpacks. We found ourselves racing back to the car as the pouring rain filtered through the tall canopies of the North Carolina Appalachia. After a rain dance and an intimate car ride home, we had a lovely feast, crafted, and were sitting on the porch when suddenly the out of the woods emerged mama bear and three cubs. We watched in awe from the porch, then agreed we should get inside and congregated at the windows to watch mama black bear scour out trash bin for dinner. She tore apart the bags of trash and scattered them in lawn. Yeah, MK doesn’t give a shit.
Then we got some special news that Shaban had pulled a 5-star friend move and got us a gig at The Grey Eagle for the following night! So we went out to celebrate with good beer at Wicked Weed Brewery with “a gente” (people) and tacked on another special friend, Brandon Bodhi Denton.
The following day, Maddy took another step towards becoming the most attractive mechanic on earth and repaired our side view mirrors that were stolen in Mexico! We played our last show for yet another fantastic audience. A new fan Sterling from LA called our performance “effortlessly sexy” and MK referred to us as “four Cat Powers in a row.”
We finished out the night at Asheville’s turn-table Tuesdays and witnessed the talented Jessi Swann steal the dance floor with her moves. We shared a final hoorah breakfast at Biscuit Head. Asheville was a cradle that the Leydies could both rest in and sing to… Thanks to MK, Peter Strand, Emily Daane, Shaban, Bodhi and his mother Anne, Alex, Robert, Sarah and off to Athens we go!
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 15:38:51 -0400
#georgiabeaches #georgiapeaches #fieldnoteslp #leylinesound…
#georgiabeaches #georgiapeaches #fieldnoteslp #leylinesound #raindance
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 01:05:15 -0400 raindance
Dang @_bamboochild_ you make us feel gooood #leylinesound…
Dang @_bamboochild_ you make us feel gooood #leylinesound #fieldnoteslp (at New Orleans, Louisiana)
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 01:05:04 -0400 fieldnoteslp
#nola #fieldnoteslp #leylinesound #enjoytheride (at New Orleans,…
#nola #fieldnoteslp #leylinesound #enjoytheride (at New Orleans, Louisiana)
Sat, 02 Jul 2016 01:04:42 -0400 enjoytheride
We will miss our Asheville family! Thanks for all the magic ?…
We will miss our Asheville family! Thanks for all the magic ? #soulvibing #bears (at Asheville, North Carolina)
Thu, 30 Jun 2016 12:00:41 -0400 bears