Hell's own house band; hooked up to a stolen car battery and tuned to the pitch of an amber alert

aka Caddy has lived in Portland her whole drinking life, but came here after 21 years in and around Maryland and after a short stint in New York.  She's been a mom, an office worker, a fruitstand operator, a cocktail waitress, briefly an art school student, and all kinds of other things in between.  She aspires to immaturity, or at least some fun.  Somehow all of this might be sonically palpable in her folky country wailing, but feel free to judge for yourself.