“The Family Tree” as a comic? OH YES! #NSFW

Hey Curlfriends, it’s Court!

A few months ago, I contributed to my buddy Jonathan Harford’s project, a “comic by people who don’t (usually) make comics,” Resilient Brainforest (say it out loud). The seventh issue was simply titled “Sex,” and he asked his buddies to send in a comic based on this theme.

What resulted was, of course, an amazingly sexy and totally NSFW collection of illustrated stories – read the whole thing (and if you’re a true Curlfriend, you’ll WANT to)!

So what did I submit? Why, a comic based on our song “The Family Tree” of course!  (It reads left up, left down, right up, right down, btw). ENJOY!

Family Tree for RB Comic-1 Family Tree for RB Comic-2

Family Tree for RB Comic-3

Advertisements

Show Announcement! We’re going… to Transylvania!

Curlfriends, The Dirty Curls are going to be the pre-show entertainment for this month’s Rocky Horror Picture show at The Uptown Theater!  

Show is at MIDNIGHT on June 30 (get there late on June 29 for a good seat! Doors open at 11:45pm) and we’ll rock it out with a short set of naughtybilly for your aural pleasure and then… The Rocky Horror Picture Show! In all of its nerdy, sexy glory. 

 

Image

 

Buy your tickets here and come on out! It’s gonna be a blast. 

Metaphysical Vagina: My Two Steves (Happy Father’s Day from Court)

This episode of Metaphysical Vagina is about Steve Martin.

DUH. Right? Big mutherfuckin’ DUH.

Of COURSE Steve Martin is an inspiration and OF COURSE he would be featured as one of our first Metaphysical Vaginas because he plays banjo. And he’s a comedian. A comedian that plays banjo. Isn’t that so obvious?

Maybe what isn’t obvious (and still might not be) is THIS:

This is STEVE MARTIN:

Image

I do my little turn on the catwalk.

And this? Is MY FATHER!!!

Image

And my mom. Cute, huh?

No, I’m not saying that Steve Martin is my father (or my mother), but he is definitely my soul brother and part of that reason is because he has always reminded me of my dad.  WHOSE NAME IS ALSO STEVE.

Technically, my dad’s name is Stephen (three guesses on the last name and that’ll explain why a lot of people thought I was Steve McQueen’s daughter. Not really, but kind of). But everyone calls him Steve, except for my mother, who usually says it like this: “STEE-VVENN!” I guess you should hear it. This one time we were at Round Table Pizza in Yorba Linda off Lakeview and YL Blvd and my father didn’t want to give them his real name for them to shout when our pizza was ready because he knew that they’d shorten it to Steve and there would be 5 other Steves there. So he told them his name was Nigel.  That’s my dad.

Growing up, my father had Steve Martin records and I knew the song “King Tut” by heart by the time I was 9 or something. Which I guess isn’t that impressive. I think someone I knew danced to the song in a dance recital once. My father would also do impressions of Steve Martin (and Andy Kaufman, and the Monty Python dudes) so I became familiar with his comedy that way too.

So, in the grand collective unconscious in which we wade, My Two Steves collided and bestowed upon me with the very twisted and demented sense of humor you have hopefully grown to love.  I know my father has a little bit of a hard time with his daughter singing about blow jobs, etc, but well, I don’t know what you could have done differently, Dad! In my humble opinion, I think you did it all right.

Happy Father’s Day to you, Steves!

Image

The False Idol: Mr. Martin gets the bedroom wall… my dad gets the fridge.

Show Recaps! Kitty Cat Klub & 331 – June 11 & 12

Why, good morning, Curlfriends!  Is it really before 6AM on a Friday morning?  Yes, yes it is.  Why have I been up for about 2 hours?  I don’t know.  But my throat hurts from singin’ and smokin’ (SHUT UP I KNOW) and I’ve been asleep since 10pm last night, so it’s time for me to rise.  At least till nap time.

SO, on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, we played two of our favorite Twin Cities venues, Kitty Cat Klub & 331 Club, and both shows were a ton of fun.

I love the KCK so much for its atmosphere; lush, tattered velveteen couches in slate blues and pinks (or maybe that’s just the lights), large paintings in baroque frames, an expansive space with plenty of room for chilling or watching music or playing billiards in the back.  But, it being a Tuesday night, the large venue seemed vacuous with only about 20 people in attendance, and most of them sitting outside on such a beautiful night!  But we definitely had some new fans enraptured at the bar and I think the bartender and barback enjoyed the set too.  The door guy bought a CD! I think when the people working the venue enjoy your stuff, when they’ve heard countless of other bands, that’s a great compliment.

At one point, we only had like three people watching us, but the KCK’s sound system is wired through the entire space, so at one point I just asked that people let us know they’re listening.  We got some hearty “woooos” from the other rooms.  OKAY THEN! Let the funny continue.

I missed The Bitterroot Band at the opening (they opened our Cabooze show too!), but caught most of Colleen Myhre‘s set. She’s very different from us, but talented and her songs are lovely. Check her out!

The next night at the 331 Club we played with our brother Hell-billy band, Armstrong Clawhammer.  If you haven’t experienced these guys live, DO IT! They even have a dude tapdancing to their music. He’s not like got a cane and a top hat, but he provides some pretty subtle beats.  But aside from that, AC will rock your face off with their fast country hijinks and ditties about whiskey, smoke, and pussy.  This was our second time performing with them and it won’t be our last!!

The crowd at the 331 was a little bigger. I love 331 because it’s a neighborhood bar with good foot traffic, so we got some unexpected new fans. It’s so fun to watch a person discover The Dirty Curls while we play.  The looks on their faces of “What did she just say?” make my show, every time.  It’s so much fun to shock you guys.  Because by the end of our set, I just don’t think we can anymore.

Image

Armstrong Clawhammer kills it!

Image

Kevin’s totally not planned photobomb.

Image

Steve from AC, Sean, and Tyler from AC