The Ridiculous endeavor of starting a circus was suggested to me by my therapist dr. minski wellington upon my release from the private siamese pseudo clinic for lobsterpossesiveobssesivecompulsive disorder in the mountains of southern france. after having to play the role of fake tigers, whips and rings of fire all at once, slowly the word started to spread amongst the unemployed superhero community and other long forgotten tradesmen. fluffy creatures hopped on the fire engine red steam train and joined in the fun, leaving their former lives of hardship behind without a single care in the world. some of them thought they were animals but in reality they were vegetables, others were obsessed with wurst or suffered from severe fruit salad paranoia, some were besotted with commanders of ancient empires, yet another was enslaved to himself for years in a mexican dungeon, one used to raise spirits on slave boats in the south pacific, another introduced the panamanian salsa invasion which resulted in the reappearance of the great bubonic plague and another was so traumatized and lethargic upon his induction he could neither get his stripes together nor finish his own sentences. stripping skeletons, giant dwarfs, bloody banshees, highly penetrated lemmings, out of order lampshade squids, extinct mescal minarets… the word circus bore witness to a most sweaty, slippery and sexmerising renaissance, where only one rule survived: the first born belongs to the circus.
Having come to Brooklyn by way of Europe, California, New England and their native state of Ohio, sister and brother Emily and Glenn Forsythe are the indie folk band St. Claire. Joined by Amelia Emmet (from Thick Wild), Michael Howard and Anders Griffen, St. Claire weaves thick, hushed harmonies together with ambient layers of sound made of instruments new and old. Emily's voice reaches over anthem-like rhythms, delivering soulful, somber melodies and lyrics full to the brim with alluring images and stories. St. Claire is currently working on their follow up record to their debut album "Everyone Lives Here."
"St. Claire is a band that deserves the folk label. Hailing from across the globe, the members of this quartet have chosen to build their home atop the muddy waters of rustic guitars and banjos, and solid foundations of wide open spaces of love-weary lyrics. Indeed, while other 'folk' performers don traditional instruments but keep the melodies as radio-friendly pop fodder, (Mumford and Sons anyone?) St. Claire isn't afraid to tell a story of heartbroken pain, rooted in tradition, but sounding like the first time it's been told. Like the beautifully haunting, 'he is a ghost,' where a repeated ode to love becomes an anthemic act of desperation. But you'll have to listen to these pleas yourself to really appreciate the fact that the band's now settled into Brooklyn."