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A Case of You: BUST Sits Down With An Indie Goddess
Indie-Rock Superstar Neko Case Invites Us Inside Her Cozy Vermont Farmhouse And Opens Up About Depression, Dogs, And Doing What She Loves
"When you’ve got a barn, you’ve got a place to skate in the winter,” says Neko Case, explaining why there’s a full-sized skateboard half-pipe in the barn on her property. It’s not actually hers — it belongs to her roommate and best friend, “Stuntman Nate” — but the half-pipe is only one of many weird, amazing artifacts scattered around her Vermont farm, where Case has graciously agreed to be photographed and interviewed for BUST. It’s exactly the kind of place you would expect someone like Case to live. You can picture the 43-year-old alt-country/folk/indie-rock queen writing songs on the front porch while she stares out at the White Mountains, or singing to herself in her unmistakable alto voice as she’s fixing dinner in her trinket-packed kitchen.
If you know Case, you know her because of That Voice (capital letters required). It’s loud, it’s clear, it’s loaded with texture. On her solo records she can be a bit reminiscent of Patsy Cline, and on her collaborations with the New Pornographers, she can evoke a twangified Kristin Hersh. But ultimately, she just sounds like Neko Case, and no one on Earth can match her. At live shows, when her band sits one out, she can fill up the room with sheer lung power, no microphone needed, and audiences applaud the impressive force of what she’s able to create when she hits the long notes. You don’t hear Case and soon forget it.
Nor do you forget her lyrics. Her albums are made up of stories about everything from tigers to serial killers to prison, so beautifully detailed it’s easy to dismiss how dark they can be. Her last album, 2009’s Middle Cyclone, found her empathizing with killer whales and speaking from the point of view of a tornado, and ended with a 31-minute-long recording of frogs croaking outside her house. It might sound bizarre, but fans and critics loved it — Middle Cyclone was the first Neko Case album to debut in the Billboard Top 10, and it garnered her a Grammy nomination for Best Contemporary Folk Album.
While this type of mainstream success may be relatively new for Case, she’s an old hand at the music game — her first solo LP, The Virginian, debuted in 1997, and she’s been a full-time member of power-pop stalwarts the New Pornographers since 2000. Her latest release, however, gave her some trouble. Titled The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You, her sixth solo album, is highly personal, which is unusual for her. “I went through several years of pretty bad depression, because I lost a lot of family members in the last decade,” she says. “And I just never really slowed down to mourn the dead. I’m a bit of a workaholic, so it was really hard to stop fighting it and let myself be sad.” Case typically spends about three years on each album, but this one took her four. “People keep asking me if it was cathartic, and I feel like a dick saying this, but it wasn’t cathartic,” she says. “It was just a monotonous bummer of a time. It wasn’t glamorous by any stretch of the imagination.”
The Worse Things Get, though personal, still features a few of those maddeningly vague is-it-about-her-or-isn’t-it songs for which Case is known. “I think people sometimes don’t realize how literally I write in songs,” she says. “So a lot of people assume that you’re writing about a lover or something, or that women just write love songs all the time, and we don’t. We do think about other stuff, you know.” For Case, “other stuff” includes a heartbreaking conversation she overheard in Hawaii, documented in “Nearly Midnight, Honolulu,” and what it’s like to be a man in the Animal Planet sense of the word, as on “Man,” the album’s first single. “Somebody reviewed the record—and it was a really nice review, so I feel bad—but they said, ‘In the song “Man,” Case takes a lover to task,’” she complains. “But I’m like, No! Not even close! I’m just talking about being a man, as in mankind, Homo sapiens.”
Born in Alexandria, VA, where her father was stationed in the Air Force, Case moved many times before leaving home at 15. She eventually ended up in Vancouver, British Columbia, where she attended art school, then headed down to Seattle, where she began her music career in earnest. For a couple of years during her childhood, though, she lived in Vermont, and she liked it so much she decided to come back permanently in 2007. “My stepdad’s an archaeologist, so we would travel around a lot for his work, and we ended up in Waterville, Vermont, at one point,” she says. “It was kind of the only place I ever really felt like I fit in with the other kids. I loved the scenery and the outdoors, and everybody else was poor too, so we kind of just made our own fun. It was the ultimate kid experience.”
If an outdoorsy upbringing in the country is the ultimate kid experience, then Case’s current setup might be the ultimate adult one. Her farmhouse sits on a sprawling 100-acre plot of land near St. Johnsbury and is full of curios and tchotchkes from her travels. “I think a lot of the things would be antiques if they weren’t kinda junk,” explains Case, laughing. “I’ve been collecting stuff since I was about 16, just kind of cobbling it all together.” And what stuff. In the aforementioned half-pipe barn are several dusty, dilapidated pianos, which superfans (and NPR listeners) will remember from Middle Cyclone; the “piano orchestra” on the record featured free pianos Case found on Craigslist. The few that remain after that experiment aren’t really playable, she says, because “one season in a hay barn will ruin anything, except for hay.” Her kitchen hosts a giant black piano that also doubles as a bar and iPod-speaker stand (she puts on jazz musician Wilbur de Paris’ At Symphony Hall while we chat), as well as an impressive coffee-mug collection and bottles of homemade poison-ivy balm that she whips up in her free time. A painting of a bear clawing at an airplane, a telephone with deer antlers, and a vintage cigarette dispenser are just three of the many treasures in her dining room, which also contains her gut-wrenchingly amazing record collection (think vinyl box sets of Roy Orbison, Bill Monroe, and the Carter Family). The gorgeous bathroom features a luxurious, egg-shaped blue bathtub, and though the giant windows have no curtains, she says peeping Toms aren’t an issue. “There’s no one out there to see you except the cows,” she says.
A lot of people assume that you’re writing about a lover or something, or that women just write love songs all the time, and we don’t. We do think about other stuff, you know.
The cows don’t belong to Case — she lets her neighbor use her land to graze them — but she has quite a delightful menagerie of her own. There are three dogs (Liza, Swany, and Jerome), two cats (Rhoda and Marty), four chickens, a horse named Norman, and a fourth dog (Bert) who’s away in Arizona with Stuntman Nate. During our interview, Marty the cat, who is “really nosy,” comes over to hang out with Liza, who’s been camped out on a giant dog pillow for most of the day. “You gonna love on your dog?” Case asks Marty, who’s busy climbing into a travel bag left out by our makeup artist. “He’s like, ‘No, I’m gonna get in this awesome suitcase.’”
With album titles like Fox Confessor Brings the Flood and The Tigers Have Spoken, Case’s easy way with animals should come as no surprise. “I grew up with animals as constant companions,” she explains. “I was alone a lot, and I spent a lot of time observing their behavior and the way they settle things, ask for things, and tell you what they need. I think they’re kind of a key to a better part of ourselves that we’ve lost in trying to be so detached from nature —detached from where our food comes from, detached from the wilderness, detached from being animals ourselves, which we are. We’re just organic, biological organisms.” Rhoda the cat wanders over to brush against Case’s leg as she speaks. “And they’re just fuckin’ hilarious.”
Case is a bit of a ham herself, doing impressions of a snooty critic, her elderly grandma, and a self-important novelist throughout the day. Her sense of humor might explain her popularity on Twitter, where she posts cute pictures of her pets and chats with fans about things like wheelbarrow tires and the bugs she encounters in her house. She also jokes openly about her life as a single woman in a super-rural area. Sample tweet: “Necrotic looking horsefly bites and still single! #WhatACrazyWorld!” She says she’s attracted to Twitter because it makes it so easy for her to talk to her audience. “After a show, I can’t really go sign things because there’s no time anymore,” she says. “But Twitter is just a really nice way to connect. I’ve talked to a couple of other musicians who really love it too, one of whom said, ‘I didn’t realize how much I liked my audience, and I liked them a lot, but now I’m so in love with them.’ I feel that too.” It also doesn’t hurt that she has a million funny anecdotes to share about the inhabitants of her miniature zoo. From February: “I forgave Love Wolf [Liza] for getting in the trash and then she burped up garbage on my hand. #Valentines2013.”
But when it comes to certain topics, she can get serious, fast. For instance, I tell her I have to ask her about feminism, since this is BUST, and she gamely tells me to “bring it,” then launches into a full-scale rundown of her beliefs. “I consider myself a feminist because of the sacrifice other people have made,” she says. “I consider myself a feminist in a monumental, carry-the-torch-for-women-who-marched-for-suffrage-or-became-doctors-or-changed-laws-or-fought-for-human-rights way, but I’m a humanist overall, or a creature-ist or a planet-ist or something. I get pretty down about people fighting about the term ‘feminism’ and what feminism is. It seems to be pretty antifeminist a lot of the time.”
Case also believes, however, that women shouldn’t disparage other women for refusing to adopt the descriptor “feminist” for themselves. “I remember reading an article on PJ Harvey where all they did was take her to task about whether or not she called herself a feminist, which she didn’t,” she says, clearly upset. “The whole point of feminism is that she can do whatever she wants. Feminists from long ago didn’t want us to forget [history], but they wanted us to be able to take our humanity for granted, so if [PJ] doesn’t want to call herself that, give her a break. Because not only did she write her own music, sing it, play the instruments, go on tour, become great, and inspire shit-tons of men and women; she’s also living the life that those people fought for. So get off her fucking back.”
I’m really good at being cool around people’s parents and grandmas and stuff, but it’s taken me a long time to not talk like a sailor.
I bring up Taylor Swift, a young woman who’s often chastised for neglecting to declare herself a feminist even though she influences millions of little girls with her work. Case admits to not having heard much of her music but seems willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. “We can’t know Taylor Swift personally,” Case says. “She shows up for her job, and she does it, and she’s not pretending to be anything she’s not. When I was a little girl, I didn’t really see women writing songs and playing guitars in rock, that’s for sure, except for Heart. I think it’s really important for little girls and little boys to see Taylor Swift playing guitar and winning awards for her work. Even if it’s not our taste, it’s music. It’s not a B-52 bomber hurting people. It’s pleasure.”
Case can talk about practically anything for a while if you let her: how much she loved Lady Gaga’s hat at the Grammys three years ago (“It was awesome”), which cookbooks she uses the most (“Bill Granger’s recipes always turn out”), and, of course, country music. “It was considered to be this supersexist boys’ club, but actually, there was a whole lot of Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn going on. They were makin’ shit happen!” she says excitedly. “Loretta Lynn wrote the punkest song ever written, ‘The Pill.’” By this point, she’s practically yelling. “I’m sorry, there’s never been a punker song than that, ever. No one’s ever conquered it, as far as being balls fucking out.”
Despite her predilection for dropping an F-bomb or two in conversation, Case had never really done it on a record until The Worse Things Get. “I curse in real life a lot,” she says. “I’m really good at being cool around people’s parents and grandmas and stuff, but it’s taken me a long time to not talk like a sailor. I always resisted doing it gratuitously [in music], but these songs didn’t work without the ‘fucks.’”
Her casual way with dirty words extends to the stage, where she and her band mates often trade fart jokes and tampon anecdotes in front of their audiences. Case attributes this bawdy side of herself to what she calls her “feral upbringing.” “I was raised around older boys from random backgrounds who were really good to me, and I guess I emulated them in their toughness and casual swagger,” she says. “But I don’t know. I’m just kind of a dude.” She’s kidding, of course, but she’s definitely not a girly girl. When Case gets her makeup done for our photo shoot, she laments, “Lipstick’s good, but I just look like a drag queen when I wear it.” I commiserate by telling her it always gets on my teeth and gives me a crazy-old-lady vibe. “Which is a good look,” she replies.
Now that the less-than-cathartic process of recording The Worse Things Get is behind her, Case will head out on the road for another long tour, which she loves to do. “It’s totally the main part of my job, for sure,” she says, admitting she already knows what she’ll do as soon as she gets home: she has a backyard garden where she grows tomatoes that supply a local restaurant in St. Johnsbury.
I ask her if she writes any non-musical short stories, since she so accurately describes her songs as being like little chapters of a book. “I worked on a book for a while,” she says. “But it’s kind of a jinx to go, ‘Yes, I’m working on a book, my important work of fiction,’ if you haven’t worked on it in eight months. You just end up sounding like a jerk when you don’t get anything done.”
But Neko Case not getting something done seems like a very unlikely scenario. After our interview, she headed into town to practice with her solo band, and the following week, the New Pornographers came out to work on tracks for their upcoming new album in Case’s studio. “I just like to make things,” she says, “be it something that you’re welding, or something made out of wood, or a soup. I’ll try anything once.” Even a half-pipe in a hay barn.
Styled by Turner at The Wall GroupPhotographed by Anna Wolf At Judy Casey
Hair and Makeup by Claudia Lake at Contact Agency
Jacket: LACAUSA; Makeup:Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics; Cuff: Aesa
By Eliza C. Thompson
This story appears in the Oct/Nov 2013 issue of BUST Magazine with Neko Case.
A Feminist You Should Know: Spotlight on Mwende Katwiwa!
Recently I sat down with the lovely and talented Mwende Katwiwa — a.k.a. FreeQuency, a spoken word artist, recent recipient of the Feminist You Should Know Award, and senior at Tulane University. Ms. Katwiwa is 22 and double majoring in Political Economy with International Perspectives, and African & African Diaspora studies. Originally from Kenya, she came to New Orleans after graduating high school to pursue service with the AmeriCorps program City Year, prior to enrolling at the University of Chicago. However, after immersing herself in the city, Katwiwa realized that engaging communities and contributing to sustainable change would take a lot longer than one year — so, she applied to Tulane and has since worked her way into different social change circles both on and off campus. Currently she is a member of WhoDatPoets and Slam New Orleans (NOLA's championship-winning spoken word team). She also serves on on the executive board of The Black Student Union, at which post she chairs The Tulane Black Arts Festival (February 17th to the 23rd). In addition to putting most 22 year olds to shame with her glowing C.V., Katwiwa is well known around Tulane's campus as an inspirational, intelligent, down-to-earth, and all-around-super-cool lady. She was kind enough to share a bit of her story with me:
What initially attracted you to the Spoken Word medium?
My mom (who is the coolest lady in the world, the more I remember all the things she's done I'm like “aw yeah that was my mom!") does a lot of work with community engagement and activism,and she took me to my first spoken word show by a group called 2050 which I later joined. Before then, I though I hated poetry because it didn't say anything. Then here I was at this show where every single person was using their voice to say something meaningful in a poem. I had never had poetry presented to me in that way and I was so captivated by it. I happened to live in a community that supported youth arts and so I was able to join in pretty quickly.
What are some sources of inspiration for you?
My parents are first generation immigrants who came here and worked their way to the top. They came here on student visa's as graduate students and now they're tenured professors. How could you not admire them? If there is one thing that really does encourage me to keep doing things it’s just looking back on where my mom and dad came from to where they are today. If they can do that, I can do more because I came from them.
Any other projects you have going on right now?
I teach poetry after school and social justice at Akili Academy here in New Orleans. I love it, I really love working with kids, they're just so hungry for knowledge and when you talk with them you have to be careful about what it is your instilling in them. I like that because it really keeps me accountable for things.
I'm also a producer for the Vagina Monologues, (if you can't tell [there's] this theme of arts and activism...), I really do believe in the power of art to connect different groups of people and give voices to people who would otherwise be silenced. With the Vagina Monologues it’s kind of around the same idea but now focused on marginalized women. One of my reasons for becoming a producer this year instead of being a cast member, which I've been for the past two years, was to make the production more intersectional and more inclusive of all kinds of women, whether those are women of color, queer women, trans women — all women.
What is really cool about the organization that named me the Feminist You Should Know is they encourage women’s initiatives, so I'm using that to try and throw support to some groups on this campus that have never had it before. For example, we have a pretty active pro-life group on our campus but [had] a much less vocal pro-choice scene until this semester. I recently started a 1 in 3 chapter on Tulane’s campus, and there is a lot going on in terms of reproductive rights in Louisiana so it is a perfect time to start and build a college coalition on that.
There is a performing arts showcase TONIGHT from 8-10pm in the Kendall Cram Room of the LBC on Tulane's campus featuring Sunni Patterson and Mwende.
--Interview by Olive Henzel
Images courtesy of Mwende Katwiwa
#BanBossy Update: Awesome NJ Girl Scouts Weigh In
Let's hear it for the NJ Girl Scouts who are making us proud with their involvement in the #BanBossy movement!
The New Jersey Courier-Post, a South Jersey newspaper, featured an empowering and inspiring video and article where young NJ Girl Scouts discuss what it means to them to be a leader and how they feel about the term “bossy”.
The "Ban Bossy" movement was launched by the national Girl Scout CEO Anna Maria Chavez and Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg earlier this year.
In part to the success and popularity of the campaign, Assemblyman Paul Moriarity has spoken out about the NJ legislation’s desire to close gender and race-based wage disparities.
“Someone made a joke the other day that we should hire Hillary (Clinton) to be out next president because we’ll save 30 percent,” Moriarity said. “I have a daughter. I don’t want her paid less than someone else doing the same work.”
“'We have some pretty strong women in New Jersey,” Moriarity said. The state has a “very progressive” State House delegation, with one of the country’s largest women’s caucuses.”
At first, I was hesitant to see how the campaign would pan out when it jumped from celebrity-spokespeople like Beyonce to actual societal change. But these awesome NJ Girl Scouts prove that banning the term bossy may have spark change in our society after all.
The Other Side of Sex
I interviewed a friend of mine who is a dominatrix, because I was curious about whether she finds her job empowering and what made her get into it. She was kind enough to answer my questions candidly, providing insight into a world I know relatively nothing about.
1. How did you get into being a dominatrix?
I've always been a pervert. When I moved to New York, I pretty much immediately started going to burlesque shows, which are closely tied into local fetish parties. I was always kinky and had a rough sex life that went far beyond what my friends were doing, but I got my first taste of really beating someone up for fun in the play areas at those parties. Then I started modeling nude, which led to a stint doing lesbian and solo fetish porn, and when I answered an ad to do a film for my current dungeon's website, they hired me as a Switch (professionally Dominant and submissive, sometimes but not always in the same session). After I established that I'm a shitty, bratty submissive who can't keep my mouth shut when big stupid guys yell in my face, I went full-on Domme.
2. Were you intrigued by it beforehand--what made you do it?
Always. First and foremost, I'm an artist-- I've always drawn fucked up, dark shit. No one's surprised that this is where I ended up. As for what made me do it, I'm not going to say the money had no part in it; but there are other things I could have done for money. I actually really like the job. People tell me their deepest secrets, even more than they tell their therapists, best friends, and wives. I have a constant crystal clear window into people's brains. It's great material for my fetish art- go into work, get paid, get inspired, draw stuff, sell the art. Profit, profit, profit!
3. Did it match your expectations?
I don't work in a huge dungeon. We have no cool features or huge equipment like a St. Andrew's Cross or a medical room or anything, which is a bit of a disappointment when I hear about my friends in their big, fully loaded places. The difference is that they have to work long shifts and I only have to go in when I have a client (and I get paid more). I prefer that, for the most part, so it's worth the exchange for now. As long as I have a punishment chair and an array of ropes and paddles and other knickknacks, I can make it work. As for the clients, they matched my expectations in every way.
4. What's the average time in a dungeon like?
It depends on the client. Sometimes I just sit there and we have a normal conversation about life- people will pay 200 dollars an hour to listen to me talk about my everyday life. Other times, I walk in wearing head to toe latex and spend the next hour yelling and hitting and punching and kicking and spitting without coming out of character, even at the end when the session is over and I grab the bloody pathetic pulp of a man by his hair and try to throw him down the stairs to get him out of my sight. I get a lot of sessions with guys who just want to suck feet for a whole hour. Some want to smell my armpits or act like babies or eat my used toilet paper. Some want me to wear a frumpy dress and be a diaper changing Mommy who swaddles and breastfeeds them. It's a mixed bag, there is no average.
5. Is it overtly sexual-- ie dildos etc, or is it mostly just guys who want to be verbally abused and whipped?
I don't do dildo stuff because it's technically illegal and I don't really care for it. I can instruct guys to penetrate themselves with dildos, but I won't usually do it for them. Almost all of them jerk off during the session, so yeah, it gets pretty sexual; but I absolutely never touch a penis unless I'm torturing it. That said, I have used my hands to make a man ejaculate... With sandpaper :) Clients are not allowed to touch my vulva, anus, mouth, or breasts, and they need to ask permission before touching or worshipping any other part of my body.
6. Do you find it empowering?
I guess I find it intellectually empowering... knowing more about what really goes on in people's heads than most. I ask my clients a lot of questions about what drives them, where their fetishes originated, exactly what makes them tick and why, et cetera. It's a kind of honesty that not a lot of people get to hear. I guess it empowers me as a woman in that I can get paid to do this job that no one would pay a man to do. It's cool to just be some ratty little girl who can force a grown man to drive in from Jersey to buy me a candy bar and bring it to my building at 2am for no reason.
7. Is it easy to get taken advantage of?
It's easy to get taken advantage of if you're naturally passive or even a little naive about men. When I was a professional submissive, I'd occasionally have group sessions with other submissive girls. I saw a lot of shit. Guys will just stick a dick in your mouth and expect you to keep quiet; they'll go as far as they can until you tell them to stop. You'd be surprised by how many girls don't know how to tell a guy when to stop or when they're uncomfortable.
When I got hired at my current place, it was me and one other girl coming in for the interview. I was told that I'd be going into "training". We were tied up, bent over, and gagged. No real instruction was being given so I was immediately suspicious about the nature of this "training". The other girl had previously expressed to me that she was naturally extremely passive and rarely spoke up. She kept glancing over and giving me uncomfortable eyes like she didn't know what to do- we were both confused as to what was going on. Our boss took off his pants and began jerking off. I saw him pull her underwear down to look at her vulva and before he had the chance to go any further, I immediately untied myself, forced him to untie her, and made him hire us and pay us for our time and trouble. He apologized profusely and never tried that shit with me again. Sometimes he has the balls to ask me if I ever want to "train" girls with him, which is code for help him get a free jerk off session with a random submissive girl who doesn't know that she can say "no". I'm not into that.
The only way I get taken advantage of is over the phone. I book my own clients, so I have to answer phone calls from a lot of freaks. Some of them will try to keep you on the phone for an eternity so that they can keep asking questions while they quietly jerk off, and sometimes for the sake of trying to book the client, I have to keep answering their dumb questions. I'm getting better at weeding out the phone wankers.
8. Do you think working as a Dom has made you stronger?
I am definitely better at standing up for myself. I don't take any shit, ever, from anyone; maybe I took a little shit before I learned that I absolutely 100% don't have to. I am better able to notice when others are trying to take advantage of me and I'm good at seeing through manipulative lies. I also have a quicker wit and am a better arguer from that whole coming-up-with-insults-for-an-hour-at-a-time thing.
9. Has it changed your relationships to men at all, (esp. in the beginning?)
It made me more confident that I'm a huge gigantic massive lesbian. I'd occasionally date men before being a Domme, but I was never physically attracted... whatever feelings or urges I was having that made me date them years ago have not surfaced since I've had the job. I guess I'm getting just the right amount of the masculine attention I'm subconsciously craving to satisfy my repressed Daddy Issues, without having to dole out empty affection or sleep with someone I'm not attracted to.
10. Any other crazy stories?
I had a Med School student who would pay me in his student loans for bottles of pee and bags of my used shitty toilet paper. His sessions would consist of an hour's worth of me farting in his mouth. How did I fart for an hour, you ask? I prepared by eating everything in sight for at least a day. He started engaging in light stalking so I had to cut him off before it got out of control. I also have a guy- who I actually just saw this afternoon- who is a Hasidic Jew whose fetish is being spat on and force-fed non kosher food. I get a lot of Hasids; I'd say 60% are into being peed on, and half of those don't shower before they go home. I have a lot of stories about people who are sexually repressed by religion; those are the most outlandish fetishists. As a submissive, I had a guy with a crazy sock fetish. He'd come in with hundreds of dollars worth of socks and make me try on each pair and say "daddy, do you think my feet look pretty?" Then he'd tell me to act like I was crying and he'd pretend to rape me, beat me, and make me thank him. The crazy part is that the most degrading part, for me, was having to wear a pink nighty and a headband. I felt retarded.
11. Do you have any advice for girls who'd like to do it?
Know your rights, speak up, don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, and have fun. If you're considering doing this job solely for the money, become a stripper. It's easier and pays more and you don't get covered in spit and sweat.
Artwork by the interviewee, who prefers to remain anonymous.
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