Ida Cuttler

Ensemble since 2014

Ida would love to have job at a bakery shop that she lives above full of homemade sweet treats like strawberry tartlets and mini eclairs. Ida didn’t make them. Someone with great baking skills made them. And Ida would hand out these treats to her friends for free, whenever they came in, because her boss is this hip bohemian lady who: “is totally cool with it” and: “besides, she’s like never around.” Ida would seriously LOVE it if she had had an upbringing where she was raised by one poet father and one mechanic uncle so she would be good with couplets AND fine motor skills  AND explaining complicated family dynamics.  Oh! and what if one day Terry Gross had interviewed me to talk about the random one year i spent in Brussels married to a wheel of gouda (pronounced how-da). Ida would also love that. Alas, over the course of Ida’s life through a series of fancy art schools and goofy theater groups and people telling her “shhhh” on the bus:  Ida realized she was destined for the stage as a writer, performer, and general loudmouth. She looks like the TML baby.  Ida can always have a bake sale and she is learning to accept it, nay, love it. (Terry Gross, call me)

Stuff by Ida

Song (feat. hypothetical kegels)

AND NOW A SHAKESPEARE SOLILOQUY OR SCIENTISTS IN SOUTH AFRICA FIND 400 YEAR-OLD TOBACCO PIPES FROM STRATFORD-UPON-AVON AND FOUND 4 PIPES FROM THE BARD’S GARDEN CONTAIN TRACES OF CANNABIS

We're gonna hit snooze

Cigarettes for Sandra

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Dance

TAKE THAT SHIT DOWN

How Did I Happen?

Selfish Control Freak