the volatile stuff that comes from something small

Why create a blog for the Caulfield Sisters?

Because they’re the first great band of the 21^st century.

Because they deserve one, yet have not created one for themselves.

Because their official web site, while lovely and amazing and containing all those wonderful clips and photos, has not been updated for months, and the online record store that carries their ep is stuck in a time warp circa June 15, 2004, and therefore much news about them has gone uncollected.

Like this and this and this. And even some of their old songs are collecting blue gorilla dust in online attics.

Because Cindy Wheeler’s life and art have embodied entire cycles of grief, survival, rebirth and creation; because she may be the inventor of accordion feedback; because Robert Altman has heard her music and she has endured Mercury poisoning; because she has long been a poet and proprietress of note, from Three Birds to Beacon’s Closet

… and Mary Catherine Guidera is a fan of Sir Ernest Shackleton, that Antarctic symbol of endurance, the virtue that has carried her and Cindy from the demise of Pee Shy, Inc., through their freewheeling Three Wheeler days, to the present era

… and Kristin Mueller is also a member of bands with cool names like Hidden Driveways.

Not to belabor these points:

This blog is totally unaffiliated with the Sisters (who, for all I know, may not even approve of this sort of thing). It’s by Caulfield fans, for Caulfield fans. It will be a place to pass on news and gossip, discuss past and upcoming gigs, reminisce about the old days and, above all, celebrate the Sisters’ music and other magical parcels of Mueller/Guidera/Wheeleriana.

And, occasionally, we’ll link to cool photos like this (taken by the inestimable Jasper E. Coolidge, who has settled nicely into his role as the Caulfields’ Chris Coxwell).

News or feedback? Let me know.

"My poetry is a continuing act of transforming the effects of evangelical Christianity, cheerleading camp, and moon pies into humorously disturbing ... shall we say vignettes?"
-- Cindy Wheeler