Baha’s Hyderabadi blood, variously infused with Bombay’s spicy smoke, Ohio’s beige breezes, the weird honesty of Austin, and the universal centrality of New York Fucking City, has now found a rhythmically warm and happy home in the heart of San Francisco. She started making music about giant bindis (the dots of dots not feathers) at age 2 with a harmonica and no shame, surrounded by a family so in love with music that her father warned her mother before they got married that music would always be his first wife. Now, armed with a guitar, a salty-sweet voice, and, if possible, even less shame, Baha is folking herself apart and then popping herself back together on stages (and in an occasional alley) across the Bay Area.
http://myspace.com/bahaishiding
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