When from the womb Leah Coloff splashed like a big pink raindrop the whole forest quivered. Albino squirrels dropped their giblets. Salmon flopped on emerald mosses. Wooden things turned furry. And somewheres in the Pacific Northwest ?WA? the girl-child Leah was born and reared by a family of classical musicians and latter-day pioneers.
she was only six and had never been kissed when her parents, after observing her fondness for stems, strings and all things hairy, built her a cello, forbade her the degenerate sounds of power rock, and sent her down a road of rigorous traditional training. she went to music camp, learned the rules and the regulations. The young Leah grew and grew long saw arms with supple fingers. The great vibratory beast became an extension of her sturdy skeleton, a sentient appendage to her skilled organism. At the advice of her elders she moved to the big bad east to enter the realm of high music scholoarship, The New England Conservatory of Music. She quickly won the admiration of many. But after a brief immersion in a world of recital halls stuffed with naughty academics and enema lovin' white people, Leah became disenchanted and decided to abandon her studies. Beantown, with all its refinement could not contain her salmon colored heart. She grabbed her big fiddle and ninety lb. dog and moved to the wild shores of Brooklyn, NY.
Unfettered from the classical orthodoxy of her early years, Leah has now discovered her own unique songwriting gift. Whether using only cello and vocals, or bolstered by some lean-n.-mean drums and guitar, leah's songs swim up and down stream with the greatest of ease. Her unusual arrangements illustrate a truly singular voice: one that is at once honest, sensual, funny, brutal, pissed-off, and down right loopey. She is a seasoned performer who understands both chaos and control. She can let it ride in wild jarring bursts then shift down suddenly to procuce the most delicate ear candy. It is a tasty concoction, but sometimes stings... These songs stretch tall like pines dark with sweet prickley needles. They are stark, beautiful and chilly sweet. They will haunt the listener like burnt petals lost in love streams.
Just wanted to let you know that I thought you (and the guys) were amazing thursday night at Joe's. Seriously felt that I was in the presence of greatness - almost a religious experience. ... i laughed when after the show, your sister told me that she saw me in the audience and thought I was you for a minute!
Thx 4 the add, Leah. I think I love you! Highly original, who can say that these days... Haunting... I'd like to hear more of yours, it was nice discovering you...
(you might like some of my cello-tronic songs & sounds & stuff, check it out!)
I leave Feb 21st. I just got all 4 wisdom teeth removed last wed and it has been an excruciating week. yuck. when i can pick my head up again i will be panama-focused. have you heard the good news from Brian? its very exciting
It was so fun to see you last night! Thank you so much for this book. I've been thumbing through it, and I can't wait to sit down and read it. It looks very interesting.
Hey Leah, I loved hearing your stuff and getting to actually watch you perform again. You are extremely talented, and a delightful person. I also love your version of Till There Was You, I did that show a long time ago. If you guys are out in Seattle it would be great to see you and meet your man. See you, A
