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Released: Aug 11, 2011
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Blow That Horn

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    I'll celebrate that! http://t.co/yC1cCPO5z3

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    The 2nd best thing that came off the plane from Australia x @NathanielBrave @ Los Angeles http://t.co/mRhNAQNX2Y

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    Prep for Waits For No Man photoshoot. I 💚 @KaliisaConlon @ Los Angeles http://t.co/WVMtuZUSox

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    My favourite bunny by lizzkelley @ Los Angeles http://t.co/zbj5Ypgjrx

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    Early morning hike. Came across this rattly fellow. #epic #staredown #eep! @ Altadena Mountains http://t.co/ktDzxU8t9B

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    Oh hai. I've been gone a while. I was here, in Big Sur, playing pixies with the trees. http://t.co/ZeTE2iFnM1

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    So I've been gone awhile... Playing pixies with the big trees. @ Big Sur, C.A. http://t.co/7b3Ao5zHbJ

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    Majesty. Redwoods of Big Sur. @ Big Sur, C.A. http://t.co/Mlnw13hL8L

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    San Fran Graf @ San Francisco http://t.co/yUdmGlaCNn

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    Freshies xx https://t.co/Fv8ugd49uk http://t.co/0PesL8NUQ0

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    Check out this live set from my Magic Monster Radio appearance. Fun! Magic Monster Radio Live Set http://t.co/MmkFc3SdCp on #SoundCloud

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Management Mick Rossi: mick.rossi@newpowermedia.org

Photos Nancy Larson Photography
Video Jesse Davey

Produced & Mixed by Jeff Bova
Keyboards, Programming & Arranging Jeff Bova
Guitars Tim Pierce/Paul Pesco/Tom Livemore
Bass Simon "Smudge" Smith
Drums Vinnie Colaiuta
Percussion Rafa Padilla
Drum Programming Steve Sidelnyk
Orchestra The Bovaland Symphonic Orchestra conducted by Jeff Bova


Don't forget your toothbrush!

When sound hits the air at STUPIDLY high frequencies. The air turns to PLASMA! Yes, ladies and gents, I said plasma.
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The Tantalizing Tale

Who be Brave?

Who be Lion?

Who be Proud and Free?


She began in the underworld of Sydney’s artist run spaces, warehouses and speakeasies. You could be singing a jazz ballad one moment, a baroque aria the next and screaming indeterminate noise for the encore. She was known for giving performances comprising of song, spoken word poetry and performance art. She directed bands built out of hybrid instruments, junk percussion and choirs. Though many knew her for these off-the-wall productions, few realized where she came from.

My people came from the east upon the seas. They dealt in silks, soaps and rosewater, carried goods on great ships that weathered wild waters and siren song. It was told that my Great Grandad, when his ship was attacked by pirates off the Congo coast, made a raft out of a soapbox, stuck on a silken sail and pitched up fresh as seaweed on African shores. Made love to a gypsy who gave birth to Grandma. At sixteen, Grandma became the first woman to play piano for the silent films. She told me Charlie Chaplin once stepped right off the screen, tumbled onto her piano and blew her a kiss. It was with that kiss that her belly grew big and there, at the foot of the cinema screen and under the piano, the magician slid out.

I am the magician’s daughter. I have no religion, for the magician taught me that miracles are merely illusions the people don’t yet understand. How extraordinary ordinariness would be if only us humans were bright enough to see it.

On her sixth birthday the family left South Africa. By this time she had already declared that when she grew up she was going to be a singer and a writer. The girl wrote her first song at eight, and never stopped. She studied baroque and opera through high school; performance, musicology and composition when she left, and finally was accepted into Sydney Conservatorium of Music’s Jazz Degree. “It was there that my mentor taught me something life-changing: In order to truly master your art form, it must be lived, not just studied.” So, supported by her mentor, she left the Conservatorium and took on the musical life.

I had nothing to lose. I took a chance on whim and embarked on my dream.

The journey began with a plane ticket to New Orleans. She had two months in North America with little money, and no plans except to embrace every experience and use it to write enough material for an album.

Paws pounded those pavements to the rhythms of drum lines and blistering brass. On Montegut Street a tattooed tomcat took me in. His house groaned and shook like a pirate ship on high seas. Jungle trees hid this curiosity from the street. Inside, a salvaged wreck of musical instruments, piled high in the house’s walls, bellowed and sung as if mourning their mates lost to the last hurricane. I imagined I was a pirate queen, scaling masts and swinging from sails until, one morning, I slipped, fell from the roof and landed in a voodoo wagon.

The trip took her from the bawdy bars and tattoo parlors of the French quarter, on a journey that had her hitching through Alabama, North Carolina, up to Seattle, through San Francisco and eventually back to Los Angeles.

Kitty Clementine arrived in LA off the back of a pickup truck, with a book full of new songs, to a serendipitous week in Jeff Bova’s studio. Together they laid down an album in seven days.

I am Kitty Clementine, I make reality magical and I run hot on the heels of revelry. I am sharp, I am fierce, and I have stories you won’t believe. So fluff up your feathers and run the road, be brave and wild with me.

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