Lizzie from Ukulele Loki’s Gadabout Orchestra

Written by Ivyy Goldberg, Esq. // September 14, 2010 // Denver's Most Fuckable Rockstars, Music, The Conservatory // No comments

WARNING: This week’s Denver’s Most Fuckable Rockstar looks young. Like, it’s-a-felony-to-even-type-this young. But don’t worry, we’ve been assured by her handlers that she is of the age to be flattered instead of creeped out by Donnybrook’s, ahem, affections.

This week’s Denver’s Most Fuckable Rockstar is…..

Lizzie from Ukulele Loki’s Gadabout Orchestra!!

First, can I just say that this band is the most aptly named band I’ve ever heard- just hearing their name you can practically hear their music. Yes, their music sounds exactly like what plays in your head when you read the words “Ukulele Loki’s Gadabout Orchestra.”

Name: Lizzie

Band: Melodica/glockenspie/vocals/synth, Ukulele Loki’s Gadabout Orchestra

For The Love Of God, Is She Of Age?: Our lawyers have asked us to make this point abundantly clear, so, once again, SHE IS OF AGE.

Why she’s this week’s most Fuckable Rockstar: Our own Ms. Holly Polo and her entourage were in attendance at the Ukulele Loki show at this year’s Underground Music Festival and were rightfully blown away by the sheer crazy fun of this band. She made the acquaintance of one Mr. Loki, who, upon hearing of our, ahem, interest in Lizzie, wrote us the most adorable meeting story of all time. And here it is:

“The UMS this year marked mine and Lizzie’s one year “friendaversary.” Last year, at the UMS, this lovely creature approached me and said, in a voice straight out of a Disney cartoon, “You look just like Ukulele Loki.”

“Wow,” I said. “No one’s ever told me that before. Because, I am Ukulele Loki.”

Perhaps it was my shabby appearance on that night that prompted her disbelief, but she mustered a very sincere scoff and insisted, “No you’re NOT!”

Not wanting to start a public brawl with an adorable lass, I bent around to show her my ukulele, which was slung on my back like a hobo’s bindle. It was her excited conniption fit that first endeared her to me. She squeeled and poked her friend to share the exciting news. I was charmed. Was it possible that this adorable creature, in a 1940s dress, actually understood the fragmented, anachronistic, atavistic, anomaly that is The Gadabout Orchestra? Was it possible she was a… fan?!

Later she asked me for a song. So, sitting in a stranger’s front yard, I pulled out my uke and sang her one. Her friend Emily then said, “You know, Lizzie can sing too.” Following the rules of social decorum, I asked Lizzie if she would sing for me. She obliged. And while she sang, I felt my cells explode. She had a voice like I’d never heard before, part Snow White, part Feist. I knew then that she was a missing ingredient in our band. The songs I was writing at the time, and continue to write, rely much more on thick, vocal harmonies, with layers of oohs and ahhs. I wanted to hear The Beatles, The Mamas and Papas, and Belle and Sebastian. I wanted that rich mix of perfect blend behind my own, shall we say, “colorful” voice.”

-as told by Ukulele Loki–the teetering Gadabout

Probable Lovemaking Style: Lizzie wears vintage dresses from the 1940’s and smiles at everyone. Her band’s sound is cute and nice and sweet. So she obviously has a sex dungeon somewhere.

Where to find her: Lizzie and her group are gadabouts, see. They flit and fly where the wind leads them. They are not constrained by such droll methods as calendars. Also, I have no idea when their next show is. So good luck with that.