Very happy to be releasing Library Luck Songs, a live 2 hour set performed last spring as part of a 3-show series at Seattle Public Library’s Central Library in downtown Seattle.
This is like 5 years worth of music and sounds and ideas that I had been working on, and it was such a lucky opportunity to give all those things a home in such a massive modern cathedral of public community resources.
Find it at flowersss.bandcamp.com, linkinbio, etc. A very short run of CDs will be released at some point too.
Big love to @inkregulous for asking me to perform, and to @samuel.rosson for mastering the recording.
And for the Portland area folks, see you this Sunday afternoon @fumiishome !
Very privileged to get to fill the central library with 2 hours worth of my music for 3 Saturdays this spring, performing as “Peaceable Kingdom with UAP” for the first time. It’s a big mellow experiment for me, come hang, first one is May 3rd at 11am.
Big thanks to disgruntled librarian @inkregulous for organizing this and asking me to play.
I’m 40 now wow! I’m birthday guy. And also: Meet Henbane and Artemisia who we adopted on J6 ~ to quote Maggie “Life is too short not to have kitties” ~ Feeling optimistic about my new decade, bless it all. Love and care to y’alls 🕊️
We returned Lefty to the earth 6 weeks ago, buried under the tree right next to Pancho out in the Palouse on November 19th, exactly 3 years after Pancho died. Lefty died naturally a day earlier, without euthanasia, while being held in Maggie’s arms, with her wee paws in my hands, taking her last sweet little breaths. We had spent the two months prior managing a very stubborn infection and illness, but it was too much for her tiny, old body to bear. Her last week was spent in vigil, with us tending to her increasing needs, her end apparent. We have cried endless tears and are grieving the loss of such a sweet, cranky, goofy little creature.
Maggie adopted Pancho and Lefty together from the Palouse Humane Society in the fall of 2005. Lefty was not even a year old, spending the next 18 years with Maggie. She had a very sweet life, all the warm blankets and sunny spots she could ask for, and I was lucky enough to spend the last 11 with her.
And now, having a house without any pets in it reminds me of how much spirit they bring to a home. How they connect us to simpler rhythms, grounding us in the present, offering their love plainly. They truly are guides if you pay attention, and Lefty made sure we paid attention.
And the timing of her death, leaving this world a day before Pancho’s death anniversary, was such a moment of coincidental magic. I’m not convinced she didn’t do it on purpose, leaving us with a wink. Cats are like that, the veil so thin for them.
As always, in my pet grief, I feel so much love and empathy for my community who lost pets this year. Paloma, Rose, Eleanor, Boomer, you were all loved so deeply and are missed something terrible.
I am also, in my grief, acutely aware of the privilege we have to spend time mourning the loss of a pet amidst the unthinkable terror and pain being experienced by people losing loved ones in Gaza. I only wish for others to connect with their own grief and sadness and to let that be a guide towards love and empathy and action.
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Lefty, kitty girl, little gremlin, we miss you deeply, our love is in our tears. You were such a massive presence for such a tiny critter, such a big little gift ‘til the very end.
39 today, here I am, still out here loving Maggie and finding my footing as a new LMT, helping folks to suffer a little less in their bodies, still working on that for myself, feeling like the winds are finally changing all around, or maybe my attitude towards wind is changing and damn I was 36 when this pandemic hit, we were all 3 years younger back then. Glad I’m still around, love y’all and I miss so many people. Now this, and that, here we keep going 🌀🙃🫀
