The story of Liz the musician is born with her arrival in New York City's East Village, which she now calls home. She bizarrely found herself playing rhythm guitar in a dive bar in Alphabet City. Bizarre, because she was not a musician, but had been recruited into a weekly gig with an unorthodox string band for her innate sense of musical timing. Not knowing how to finger chords, she stuck a playing card

between the neck and the strings of an old junk-store guitar, laying down a raw backbeat. After this b…