Inbox: Georgia Anne Muldrow
This time around, XLR8R‘s Inbox sits down with Angeleno soul sister Georgia Anne Muldrow. Ms. […]
Inbox: Georgia Anne Muldrow
This time around, XLR8R‘s Inbox sits down with Angeleno soul sister Georgia Anne Muldrow. Ms. […]
This time around, XLR8R‘s Inbox sits down with Angeleno soul sister Georgia Anne Muldrow. Ms. One discusses lost dreams, candle wax, unique family members, and doing away with European philosophy and the idea of clothing as a source of identity. Muldrow’s third full-length, Umsindo, is out now on SomeOthaShip.
XLR8R: What are you listening to right now?
Georgia Anne Muldrow: Holy Smokes by Dudley Perkins.
What’s the weirdest story you ever heard about yourself?
It was on a scroll that my Auntie JulMar gave me. It said I was an ancient avatar who decided to come to planet earth to help raise the awareness of humankind. I loved it.
In what band did you want to be when you were 15?
Parliament Funkadelic. Or Wonderlove.
Worst live show experience?
Yes, long ago. I remember. No one [in the band] could remember the music at show time, so I just sang by myself at the end of the show.
Favorite city in which to play?
I love ’em all!
Do you play any of the instruments that your father invented?
Nope, but his soul is all over my expression, and I love that.
What is your favorite thing that you own?
Poppa’s guitars.
Name one item of clothing you can’t live without.
Sorry, I just don’t think that way. Clothing does not define me at all.
If you could reduce your music to a single word, what would it be?
Fonk.
For what did you always get into trouble when you were little?
Experimenting with candle wax.
What other artist would you most like to work with?
Holy smokes, I have no idea. Maybe Declaime would be fun.
What’s the last thing you read?
Secrets of the Lymphatic System: The Fountain of Youth is Within Us written by Tapzyana Thomas.
Complete this sentence: In the future…
European philosophy shall be obsolete.
Stupidest thing you’ve done in the last 12 months?
Forgetting to write my dreams down… They could have made me some money!
What’s next?
Many tings, my friend. Many tings.