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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
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3:24 pm
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On Friday I played a show in Lakewood and the people who performed before me sang a song that went, "Last year doesn't live here anymore." And I was like, whoa, too true.
Tumblr and I are so compatible.
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| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
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11:49 am
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009
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3:18 pm
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| Monday, October 19th, 2009
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5:01 pm
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| Monday, September 14th, 2009
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10:47 am
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| Thursday, August 27th, 2009
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11:42 am
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Richmond was everything you could ever want out of a show. Out of a visit, too. Lavender cookies, music about whales, a potluck, a room full of darlings, passing notes, a walk to the river, karaoke at the local lesbian bar, and a 3 am after-show in the living room. And it's not even over! Beat that, DC.
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| Monday, August 24th, 2009
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4:46 pm
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| Sunday, August 16th, 2009
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5:54 pm
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| Saturday, August 8th, 2009
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9:46 am
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CLLCT.com is coming back! On Monday!
If you don't know, CLLCT was and will again be an awesome website that helps DIY musicians share their tunes via free download, because some of us make art for fun and for our friends, not just for money. It was my favorite thing ever and then the server crashed, but it's coming back, so check it out when it does. You will discover bedroom jams that will blow your mind.
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| Saturday, August 1st, 2009
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1:53 pm
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July has been especially good to me. Portland and Seattle were enchanting; there were lakes and beaches, crowded rooms and empty streets, endless awakenings, unmitigated sunshine. I also had a really swell summer romance in Olympia, not to be mistaken for my impassioned romance with Olympia. And now Santa Fe.
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| Friday, July 17th, 2009
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1:05 pm
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| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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2:07 pm
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We made it across the continent! Last night's Seattle show was killer, definitely one of the best. I'm off to Olympia in an hour to see my lovelies, assist Caroline in the acquisition of a narwhal tattoo and then to play the final show of the tour.
This trip has been really validating. Turns out there are extraordinary DIY communities all over the country, and everyone likes a house show.
current music: world history
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| Sunday, July 5th, 2009
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5:36 pm
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I'm going on tour tomorrow! Kick off show tonight! Yeah, summer!
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| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
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9:02 am
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Off to Pittsburgh for a couple days and then Philadelphia to play a show on the 12th. If you live in Philly, come see me play with Maple Rabbit at Studio 34, followed by cupcakes and a dance party!
current music: dirty projectors & david byrne- knotty pine
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| Friday, June 5th, 2009
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1:34 pm
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Lazy summer. Mornings I drink iced coffee nearly by the pitcher. Afternoons I cook athletically, indulge my swoonside in an occasional ranchera and watch lots of tedious films about melancholy young people discussing the ethics of procreation in their bleak postcommunist dystopias. And other than that, I don't really do much these days. Perhaps I'll go teach myself how to skateboard in the parking lot.
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| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
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10:29 am
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Good show last night! I played better than usual after some swoonworthy sets by Stephen Steinbrink, Glochids and Hell-Kite. The lighting was so dreamy; we dangled shiny things from antique lamps and stood in front of them so we were all brightblack and backlit and haloed.
And it was at my new place, which is the most incredible. I'm so glad I've finally moved in. It's in the most glamorous state of disrepair. Mark my words, I will do nothing for the next month but drink mint juleps on the crumbling balcony.
current music: deer tick- art isn't real (city of sin)
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| Thursday, May 14th, 2009
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10:50 am
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What I always think when the atmosphere opens up like this is that I don't have to worry any longer about receding into my own cavities like some perverse ghoul, hibernating until my hair grows out. And I don't have to forestall the familiar withdrawal by hurling myself into the oncoming traffic of my own attempts at ordinary dedication and equanimity of nerve and steadfastness of heart. My heart, for the record, is not steadfast; it is the most inconsistent organ inside of me, and it only beats in time to certain songs on certain mixtapes made by certain people. And similarly, my nerves are not made of anything resembling steel. They're made of that foam they use in expensive Scandinavian mattresses, and like those mattresses they have an uncanny memory for the shapes of the people and objects they encounter.
Don't have to, I said, because summer never fails to furnish bike grease on the inner right calf, tongue-kissing on fire escapes, the landlord's wife's cascading perennials, your friend's cousin's best weed, roommates' vinyl collections, the midday shrieks of sunburnt ten-year-olds in above-ground pools, bright red diner tables that teeter on uneven legs, the vengeance of some forsaken childhood accent or speech pattern, radio commercials about diabetes and window tint, iced tea and bourbon on the second-story balcony, whole cloves to cure toothaches, yellow housepaint peeled off in strips and buried stubbornly for weeks beneath neglected fingernails, novellas about debutantes, time to call home and reasons to forget to. And in response I say yes. Yes forever.
I drink whiskeycokes in the movie theater two towns over. I drink water from the watering can I keep by my windowsill. I keep my eyes half-open and raise my chin a little in flirtatious challenge when she looks at me with surprising readiness across the divide of powder blue pillow. She calls me an emotional nomad, which means she feels the asymmetry of my pulse with those skinny fingers of hers. A little resurrection, a small deliverance from the catacombs of spring semester where I've been laying half-mummified in feigned devotion. And I'm not even afraid of breaking her heart, because a drag queen dressed like a grotesque post-apocalyptic mermaid told me something perfect two weeks ago, something that Mother Flawless Superior had told her in New York in '84.
She said, Honey, if you live long enough you play all the roles.
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| Tuesday, May 5th, 2009
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7:36 pm
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| Monday, April 27th, 2009
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1:57 pm
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| Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
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5:51 pm
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