The Weather Station was born in a closet. One day, Tamara Lindeman sat down to make music she had never heard. Using her banjo, her voice, a borrowed microphone, and a selection of percussive household items, Tamara taught herself to write, then to record. Slowly she cut together her musical exploration of loss and everything that comes along with it. The urgings of friends led to the assembly of a five piece band.
Read more about The Weather Station on Last.fm.
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The Weather Station was born in a closet. One day, Tamara Lindeman sat down to make music she had never heard. Using her banjo, her voice, a borrowed microphone, and a selection of percussive household items, Tamara taught herself to write, then to record. Slowly she cut together her musical exploration of loss and everything that comes along with it. The urgings of friends led to the assembly of a five piece band.
Read more about The Weather Station on Last.fm.
User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL.