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Michael Gira says, "Larkin is a magic woman. She lives in the mountains in north Georgia. She
collects bones, smooth stones, and she casts spells. She worships the moon.
She is very beautiful, and her voice is like the passionate cry of a beast
heard echoing across the mountains just after a tremendous thunder storm,
when the air is alive with electricity. I don't consider her folk though -
she is pre folk, even pre- music. She is the sound of the eternal mother and
the wrath of all women. She goes barefoot everywhere, and her feet are
leathery and filthy. She wears jewels, glitter, and glistening insects in
her hair. She's great!"
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Larkin Grimm was born in Memphis, Tennessee four years after Elvis died. Her parents were members of a community of energy healers called The Holy Order of MANS. When this cult disbanded, the Grimm family moved to the Appalachian Mountains so that Larkin's father could devote himself to the practice of learning old time fiddle tunes and her Mother could carry on her mission of bringing light to the world through singing hippie values to the children of her hillbilly friends. It was a sweet existence. The water was pure. The air was clean. The food was delicious. There was a spirit of oneness in that Appalachian valley, but soon the exhaust and consumption of the nearby cities began to creep up into the mountains and Larkin, nearly a grown woman, took off with bitterness and anger in her heart trying to find the source of this pollution, to search and destroy. She charmed her way into elite institutions of higher learning - Yale, Harvard, and Brown - and she was mega grossed out by the "education" they were selling. So she hitchhiked across Alaska, staring down bears and grizzly old men, she ducked in and out of communes and cults of many kinds, she sang songs to hipsters in fashionable cities, she spent days locked in mental institutions and in jail cells, fell in and out of love, in and out of consciousness, in and out of sobriety and society, just searching for the answers. And every time she thought she knew the answer, she wrote a song about it, and sang the song until she realized she didn't really know. And Larkin is somewhere searching still, and if you believe in her, someday soon she will find the answer and sing it for you.
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