Kytami

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Saturday, October 20th, 2012
Doors open at 9:30 p.m.

�whenever I think of Kytami I see her in a porche on Robson street or in Hobotown trying to run me down.�
-Kathleen Yearwood (Ordeal)
�your face turned about 6 shades of green then you ripped off a wicked scale then bumped into the backup singer and nailed her in the eye with a stroke of your bow!!! AWESOME!"
-Chris Mathews (The Inlimbo)
�The orchestra pit is a foul, dank place, ruled by pretentious conductors frantically waving their whips to 200 year old romantic sonatas. Some musicians were born for this life of slavery and sight-reading, but not master violinist Kytami. After a long sentence she fled to the mountains, seeking redemption and inspiration among the peaks and valleys of this great earths bosom. Her long exile over, she re-emerged to the taverns and alleys of the metropolis, with a bow as her weapon, protection and provider.
It may have been chance, fate, or any number of supernatural phenomenons that brought Kytami into the fold of Lownote. All that is known is that she arrived one evening and never left. She has brought sight to the blind, pride to the meek, and blood to the muscle. She brought life from the mountains