Precisely what we're not sure - if anyone knows, you're welcome to comment below... Please do. It looks like some sort of art/music/film enterprise. And it looks like its happening in Montpelier.
Tav Falco's Panther Burns are particular enduring favorites of ours. I think our man in London, Mr. Lake drew our attention to them initially and I recall many a great night at shows in London one in particular with a girl an her tambourine and her leopard print dress on stage with Tav at the Harlsden Mean Fiddler - where is she now, I wonder? Anyway, great nights of entertainment.
One time when I was in Memphis, I unsurprisingly got very drunk, and called Tav from a bar on Beale Street, we'd never spoken before, but we used Mr. Lake's name as our 'in' and Tav graciously somehow, I mean, I could barely speak, agreed to meet with us for breakfast... UNfortunately, breakfast never happened once the hangover did. But later Mr. Lake framed as art the Memphis phone directory listing we tore out of the phone book and returned to London for him...
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