If you need to purchase either of the 2 tulip sweet CDs,  Email me, tomsiler@tomsiler.com.
here's a great review of our CD's
by someone who "got it" from popmatters

also from the Village Voice:

Tulip Sweet, wearing a hat made of hydrangeas, dangles a dirty toy mouse over her forehead by the tail, singing to it at top volume, "I-I-I who have nothing/Love U-U-U!" Overcome with emotion, the mouse drops onto her forehead, and from there to the floor. Pedro's Bar and Restaurant, a Mexican place the size of a subway car, is crammed with happy commuters to the demented yet sparkly land of Tulip Sweet and Her Trail of Tears. Even the quesadilla-making guys behind the counter are nodding their heads in time. Like a dotty grandma crocheting Christmas ornaments out of plastic bags, Minneapolis natives Steph Dickson and Tom Siler take three of the most potentially awful pop genres—loungey cabaret, vampy psychedelia, ironically twee college music—and mine dark, cathartic sonic gold. What's their secret? They're serious. As Tom (the Trail)'s versatile keyboard floats through a medley of maddeningly familiar pop themes ("Imagine"? "Chim Chim Cheree"?), Tulip sells her creations as hard as her smallish voice will allow. She combines the composure and self-absorption of a fantasist eight-year-old girl, marching high steps in time with her huge drumsticks, and the dead-eyed heartbreak of a 65-year-old alcoholic croaking "White Christmas" to an indifferent hotel bar. "I like to make a scene out of my pain," she tells the Voice between sets. "It turns it into energy." Whether she's crooning to her post-apocalyptic cockroach lover ("Good morning boyfriend/There's no tomorrow/Here's to coffee and you crawling on my toast") or banging her tambourine on a drum and declaiming the poundingly obsessive "I Live 4 the U That Lives in My Mind," Tulip's sheer commitment surpasses the merely clever, antic, or catchy material and goes straight for the gut. I heart Tulip Sweet. And soon you will too. —Anya Kamenetz


from the NewPuritanReview:

Stephanie's brilliant and hilarious post-Beangirl cabaret act [Tulip Sweet & her Trail of Tears] parodies self-deprecation and lambasts social mores in one deft swoop. The brilliance of her method-acting characterizations lies in the way she actually pays homage to a grand tradition of theatricality, while others who have attempted this fall into the disgrace of novelty for its' own sake.

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