Artifacts tell stories. Records tell tall tall tales. Every word true.
In 1993, on a stop in the southeast while roaming the country in her converted school bus, painting houses by day and spending every night at the infamous Snakesnatch Lounge with the local freaks, Myshkin cut her first record in three hours in a Tennessee studio, just like the old days. Seventeen songs sung straight though, to get them out of her system, make space in her brain before moving on down river. She called the record Slate and brought it with her to New Orleans, the raw little seed of a long road.
“Able to back up her quirks with genuinely otherworldly melodies and strangely satisfying string rhythms. Slate is eerie and a little unsettling, a most appropriate soundtrack to modern existence.” — Gambit Weekly, New Orleans
In New Orleans she fell in with a group of wandering songwriters like herself, threw her fortunes in with one, the Australian/British songwriter Mike West, and spent the next nine years playing thousands of shows, in what felt like every honkytonk, old theater and open field from Baton Rouge to Berlin. Dr Plague and Other Lullabies, half squalling rock / half political folk, was the fruit of a New Orleans rainstorm and flood, an accidental recording session, and a jam with the neighbors, all culminating in what became her first band, Myshkin Impossible.
“Thoughtful without pretension .. both disturbing and seductive” — Houston Press
“Postmodern blues and an otherworldly voice” — New Orleans Times Picayune
Myshkin worked together with West on Econoline, sharing both writing and playing. Though each had separate bands at home, the duo toured the world for years with this slightly schizophrenic, stylistically ping-ponging, invariably crowd pleasing format.
“Ariel Angelo and Catch up, both urgent bluegrass- and cajun-based punk ditties, rank as some of the most inventive songs I’ve heard lately. West’s nod to traditional American music blends well with Myshkin’s tales of dysfunctional childhood and free-wheeling adulthood.” — Register Guard, Eugene OR
With the arrival of Blue Gold Myshkin began to settle into her musical self. A spare and spooky collection, exploring traditional southern music styles and built on a spine of prison songs, the record was an indictment of america’s nascent private prison industrial complex.
“Another collection of Myshkin’s sharp, vivid songs. Taught and evocative, never trite or platitudinal, her images unfold like a sepia toned newsreel. A remarkable economic concoction of gothic folk, bluesy pop, vaudeville, R&B, swing, rockabilly and Chuck Berry style rock and roll, all delivered in Myshkin’s breathlessly conversational singing voice. In short, one of the finest records to come out of New Orleans this year.” - Offbeat Magazine
Why Do All the Country Girls Leave detailed personal, read and overheard tales of both escape and the inescapable, with a decidedly feminist edge. The recording was immaculate, the players expert, and the production decisions so disparate that in the end the record felt like a sampler platter from another time and place. Myshkin labeled the songs on the back of the sleeve by real or fictional genre, as a warning, or a dare.
“A brilliantly cohesive work that confirms Myshkin as one of the best songwriters around. Each song encapsulates a period or emotion, without sentimentality but with empathy and compassion, not to mention tenderness and pure craziness at times. Oh yes, and she sings like a dream, too, projecting herself into each character just enough to make the point - no more.” — Folk/Roots Magazine, UK
In 2001, Myshkin formed a new trio called Myshkin’s Ruby Warblers with Scott Magee, her long time drummer, and John Lutz on upright bass. The band focused on her latest material, explorations of chanson and gypsy jazz pulled through a rock and roll sieve. They buffed and polished the raw, emotive new sound just enough with local shows and touring, and in early 2002 they released Rosebud Bullets, which was met with national critical excitement. That summer Myshkin packed her things and headed west to Oregon, weeping all the way across the country, not at all wanting to leave her beloved city, driven by something unknowable.
“Rosebud Bullets is a different animal. The Ruby Warblers strike out with a restless caterwauling freedom. Long strumming intros let the pressure drop like before a tornado till she breaks in growling. By turns mournful and violent, her heartsick lyrics are answered by fiddles and a clarinet with a gypsy hiccup. The women in her songs may be beautiful, lost ballad heroines, but her first person narrators are stronger. Heart busted open, she revels in the blood red life pouring out” — Village Voice
Luckily, genius collaborators are everywhere. In Portland, Myshkin found a new bassist in Brent Martens, and invited her old drummer Magee to join them on a tour of Scotland. Scott and Brent met in the airplane, the trio found themselves live on the BBC within hours of arrival, Scott moved to Portland a few months later and they began recording in his basement studio. Myshkin was introduced to Sailor Banks by her booking agent, and the two began experimenting in Sailor’s Corvallis studio, bringing together Myshkin warm guitar based songs with Sailor’s electronic beats and loops. Meanwhile, everyone was in the streets trying to stop the war, and the war was waged despite. Corvidae was released in 2004, an intimate, jazz driven anti-war record.
"The story grabs and doesn't let go until you've traveled with her across time and landscapes, accompanied by a soundtrack of jazz-influenced guitar and swinging drumbeats -- and that's just the first tune. Every song is brilliant." -Performing Songwriter
"Dusky, haunting gems. Corvidae, for all its risk-taking, never sounds forced or unnatural; while Myshkin is all over the place in terms of influences, her work never fails to sound totally organic on this excellent CD." - The All Music Guide
There was a sense of relief, living in the bubble of a progressive city after a decade in the South, but it all broke wide open in august of 2005, when the world watched helplessly as New Orleans drowned in the double disaster of hurricanes Katrina and Rita. In the days following the storm, a little crazy with grief and worry, Myshkin decided to stop pursuing the record she was currently working on and instead cut a quick and dirty ep of political songs with Banks in their home studio. Quiet, seething tunes about the great human wastes of war, disaster and profit-driven policy, tense with the urgency of the moment. The resulting ep, centered around the post-Katrina lament Bywater, pulses with the dark and desperate beauty suggested by it’s title, Sigh Semaphore.
"Dark, smoky folk-jazz. Gripping, affecting and disquieting." - Read Magazine
"Every bit as creatively challenging as a Radiohead album, sans the 6,000 layers of instruments. A quietly militant social commentary." -1340 magazine
The record that was abandoned in those dark days after Katrina took years to surface. Myshkin left Portland alone in early 2008, to live in the mountains of Southern Oregon, eventually co-founding a permaculture focused land-based community and building an earth walled studio home there. She took a few years off of music for the first time, and came back to it with renewed curiosity. A trip back to New Orleans with a suitcase studio yielded some beautiful raw material from old and new friends which she began to stitch together with some recordings from Portland. Months of solo work in her earthen studio, layering sounds and stripping those layers away to lace, finally produced a gem. Though lush performances by many collaborators are woven into the mix, That Diamond Lust entered the world as a light, intricate, haunted record, the sort that only gets born from solitude.
”An intoxicating, meticulously crafted soundscape that showcases the singer’s sumptuous alto to dramatic effect.”— New Orleans Times Picayune
“Hallucinatory is an excellent sobriquet to lay on this highly arresting cycle operating as Joycean landscape. The literacy is stratospheric.” — Acoustic Music Exchange
“A hypnotic and dark cinematic sensitivity … a 21st Century beatnik bohemian gumbo.” — Nashville Music News
When Myshkin passed through southern California on tour in March 2013, the joshua trees were in full waxed bloom. She met a beautiful woman named Jenny, was enchanted by her, was come home, went back to Oregon with a sweet new seed growing inside of her. By Halloween she found herself living with Jenny and 8 year old Yazzy in the tiny artists’ town on the edge of the National Park. In January, Jenny fell suddenly and inexplicably ill. During her six days in a coma and six months in the ICU, Myshkin wrote spells for songs, held her home and business, helped channel the community’s energies toward her healing. By 2018, Jenny had re-learned to walk—and dance—on prosthetic legs, and completed Held Together, a raw and revealing book about her experience. Myshkin wrote the songs on Trust and the High Wire from her own vantage on the same journey, deep in the dream: from the couple’s first meeting, through the treacherous high wire days, and back to dry land, forever changed.