Fleet Street

On Thursday, I headed to the east end to Little Trinity Church on King St. near the Distillery District. Inside, a wedding was taking place. But out on the lawn, a small stage was set up to entertain any passerbys or locals. Cait Gallagher was a young teen who did covers on her guitar. Sean Donald used his banjo skills to finger-pick his way through a set of folk/Americana songs.

Headliner Queen Of The Fleet was an all-female band who often sang in 4-part harmony. Accompanied by a thumping floor tom, guitar and bass, there was a timeless quality to their music. From Fever Dream (caused by a bout of sickness), Mountain Man (an old Betty Boop cartoon), or Wiccan Harvest Song (to welcome the return of Autumn), these were songs to sing around a campfire. I was taken with the bass harmony, there was a masculine timbre to what was distinctly a female voice that every now and then, made me doubt my ears. Even their final song, a Coldplay cover called Green Eyes took on an earthy quality.