"the heather" was originally comprised of one heather, one rob, and one scott. the name might have been "the scottish heather," but let's face it, adjectives are soooo 19somethings. brevity-in-name; that's the ticket

heather likes to draw with one hand. she likes to hold novels, written by strong women, in the other hand. it's not uncommon for heather to finish one biography of virginia woolf, and immediately start again at the beginning, while also commencing a different biography of virginia woolf. her favourite is emily dickinson. and she has a few things to say about edna st. vincent millay.

heather is a poet in her own right, and has been published in a number of periodicals and journals of poetry. she'd really liked to be published in some lofty non-vanity press, but rob was just , just barely able to cajole her into allowing him to copy her poems into this overall multimedia thingy. this one. she drew or painted all the images too.

heather uses both hands to play an electric piano & technical fakery device, while singing. when we play in the live she sometimes hums along to herself, and tries to watch the faces of the audience in the dark.

rob really does listen to a lot of BBC7.

scott hasn't sat in on drums with us in a while. his regular band, the tree-piece melodic earsbleed terminus victor, is frankly too successful right now.

holly and jane from triple whip are also too busy to devote themselves utterly to the heather. however, we enjoy the prospect of stealing and exploiting their talents and mad precision timing skills for future forty to fifty minuteses.

sometimes other the heather members sit in. but david cialkowski, adam schmitt, and brendan gamble spend way too much time making a dime, and not whiling away their lives in a van, and on dimly lit stages, in the corners of dive bars, upstate.