When I bought this dress, I never intended to wear it in the summertime. And then I joined the Minor Leagues, whose current stage uniform requirements are such that I had to, since I don’t have any little black dresses that were any more summer-appropriate than this one. And I spend both the afternoon of Taste of Cincinnati and the evening of Indie Summer sweating like a sausage. But it looked hot, at least. [Good thing, 'cause it was.]








Dress, vintage, purchased at Casablanca
Shoes, Charles David
Hat [in Taste photos only], vintage via Casablanca again
[Note: Special thanks to my good friend Connie Kenkel, who is our photographer-in-residence and president of the Minor Leagues' Parent Association.]

I like being more dressed up than my audience, a habit that hearkens back to my ballet days. Something else from my ballet days is that I like my feet to hurt more than my audience’s. Luckily, I haven’t pulled out my pointe shoes. These heels, however, put me at a weird angle to my keyboard, so I always end up leaning over like a hobbit when I wear them to play. During the Fountain Square show, I kicked them off for the last few songs of our set. Maybe I should sit on a stool like a singer-songwriter with a guitar.

Also during the Fountain Square show, the strap on this dress broke. Naturally, since I was sweating like a sausage, the dress stuck to me and I avoided flashing the entire audience. But I still felt precarious nonetheless. The dress is about twice as old as I am, so obviously repairs are in order. I think I’m going to make brand new straps from scratch – maybe out of some nice soft elastic to avoid potential future flashings.

This hat . . . I don’t really know how to wear it. It doesn’t have any pins or clips attached, so I end up just squeezing it onto my head and then trying to dance without moving my head. Graceful, I’m sure.

At Taste of Cincy, we shared the stage with a lot of bands that a lot of people love. We love ‘em too. The Metromix people were helpful and professional and ran a really smooth show backstage – nothing was late or disorganized, which is such a big help when you’re coordinating a band with seven members and approximately a ton of equipment. We weren’t allowed to swear onstage, though, which resulted in some awkward stage banter from Ben about how the Masons probably killed Mozart. [It was all over Twitter the next day.]

And at Fountain Square, we played with our good friends For Algernon [whose new album Oh My Starling is damn good], Wild Nothing [who were totally sweet and whose drummer is a former neighbor of mine in New York!], and Neon Indian [maybe you've heard of 'em? They're a major buzz band, everyone loved them, and it was a huge honor to play with such talented folks]. Puck, the event coordinator, is an amazing guy for putting us on such an awesome lineup.

Unrelated to this outfit: Would you like to see some sexy Minor Leagues video action? You know you would. That’s why you know you’re stoked to buy one of our new DVDs.



[Album art by the amazing Michael Bond, of Datawaslost Records.]

Sinister Smiles features full-length video for three tracks from our last album: “Good Boys,” “Lost in Ex-Lives,” and “Travel Agent.” It also features almost 40 minutes of exclusive live video from some of our most memorable shows. Highlights include: a record player exploding repeatedly; my bandmate Ben mistakenly telling over two hundred people how great I look in pajamas; a cute couple going on a tragic road trip where they meet at adorable deer [who I made myself!]; and footage of me clumsily trying to shoot a basketball while the rest of my bandmates [teammates?] get it on their first try. Things that happened during filming that didn’t make the cut: Hilly and me playing with Skip-Its; aforementioned cute couple making eyes at a billboard that features a drawing of a sexy lady; and close-ups of bandmate Luke’s skinny pants and skinny tie [which, for the record, were damn hot].

The DVD sells for $5 plus $2 shipping, which is less than some people have paid to see us live before. And you know what? If you order one by emailing me, I’ll write you a postcard and send you a cookie along with it. So getcha one.

Related posts:

  1. What I Wore: The Minor Leagues at Fountain Square
  2. What I Wore: Midpoint Music Festival 2009
  3. What I Wore: 7.25.2010
  4. What I Wore: New Year’s Eve 2010
  5. What I Wore: 8.2.2010 [Peggy Olson-esque, but not on purpose]