What is a Gravestepper?
Gravestepper® (U.S.Reg.No. 7893217) is the presenter arm of CaliPigeon Music Co., NY, used to identify, organize and present music, live performances, and associated artistic content. Gravestepper is not a separate legal entity or DBA; it is a branding and operational designation under CaliPigeon Music Co., NY, which owns all rights, licenses and registrations for the mark.
Trademark Notice: Gravestepper® is a Federally Registered trademark. Public record available at the USPTO TSDR portal.
Legal and Business Purpose
- Ownership and control: Fully owned and operated by CaliPigeon Music Co., NY.
- Use in commerce: Appears on physical media (CDs, printed material), digital content (livestreams, online releases), and promotional platforms. (Bandcamp, Spotify, YouTube and social media).
- Source identification: Communicates to consumers, collaborators, and the public that content bearing the mark originates from, and is presented under the authority of, CaliPigeon Music Co., NY
- Brand Protection: Consistent use establishes distinctiveness, goodwill, and enforceability.
Conceptual and Branding Definition
A Gravestepper is a curator, presenter, and champion of music and artistry, bridging the creator and the audience. The term evokes both the authority of a presenter and the artistry of those presented — combining vision, taste, and execution. All content labeled or introduced by Gravestepper reflects the ethos of CaliPigeon Music Co., NY: careful curation, artistic integrity, and meaningful musical expression.
Noir Angel
Piano Recordings by MonkFishHat
Gravestepper™ Collective
Copyright 2025 CaliPigeon Music Co. New York. All Rights Reserved.
Whimsical Origin / Branding Story
Under the gas lamps of Prohibition Era New Orleans in the fog patrolled the constable. On lookout for revelers and others bearing sign that they may have been indulging in fun with a wink, a nod and a tipple.
Fun,…as ever on the run from self-appointed decorum police,…and it was great civic embarrassment to have been publicly shamed for the crime of having fun.
The truly depraved voo-doo Shakers could be found departing the Absinthe House after even the carriages had retired, so were face with attempting the sneak-walk past the authorities. There was no other way out…except to walk through Saint James Cemetery, which the constables permitted, since that was running a gauntlet of ghosts…and gators.
So began the gravest — a saunter through the graveyard, picking up ‘yo feet so as to avoid the up stretched hands of those below who fo’sho’ wanted to drag you under to the party in the Underground.