I am unaware as to the origins of the name “Infantree.” The four gentleman that make up this melodic group of musicians certainly don’t bring to mind thoughts of a combat force, as the proper-english version of their name would imply. Nor do they make you think of a tree that has babies hanging from it, an “infant tree” if you will…

No, rather, the four young gents and the music they play inspire one’s head to find a whimsical and calm spot to rest a while. They’re melodies bounce up and down in soothing patterns that create a sound unique to this band. Four very un-millitant looking fellas, modern hippies with peaceful attitudes, and healthy smiles.

They met us at the Love Shack on a Sunday morning. The perfect hours to spend plopped down in bean bag chairs clearing one’s head. Which is what we did for three lovely songs.

The music no doubt helped us stay calm later in the day when a less then fully cognizant Native American man decided he didn’t like our situation.

“You got a problem?” He asked our Gorillatographer, as he raised the Jam Van glasses that we’d given him off of his eyes and gestured that he was ready to box…

“Nah man, I’m cool.” Responded Gorilla. He had no need for fisticuffs. We had good jams instead. So thanks for that Infantree, you may have saved the last of the Venice Mohicans and kept the last Venice Gorilla out of jail. Or the other way around, whatever, the tunes were nice.