It occurred to me, via a friend, that I don’t share much, and because of that, folks that care maybe are left to come to their own conclusions.
For sure stop reading if you don’t want to know how I’ve been lol
I lost my mom, the photo you see is the last time I touched her… she died minutes after. I held my hand there through it, maybe the way she held mine after she brought me into the world.
I’ve been struggling, on a visceral level, as to how to continue knowing that I feel largely untethered, the reasoning being that the folks that ushered me into the world are no longer here. I also struggle with the dichotomy of the two humans that brought me here: one a “patriot” and a bully, the other somehow exhibiting a form of kindness that I sadly will never obtain.
I will say this about that dichotomy: I had a father raised , and so ingrained, in violence that he felt it incumbent upon himself to hand that violence down.
My mother stood, without words, in opposition to that unkindness.
Long story long: we are capable of immense action in the face of violence. It may not look like you want it to look, but it’s here and very apparent to those that look for it. I urge you to look for it.
I hope that for every one of us that breaks the bones of our oppressors, there are two more that are creating joy and wonder with their art. Both are bitterly needed
We should have always killed the king.
* I’ve added a photo, to counter these heavy words, of my new companion and his mom (she is the best damn thing going) to show my current joy between balling my fists.
Maybe my favorite book that I read in 2025. Old Soul by @_sue_k_b is beautiful and horrifying in equal measure. I could land a few metaphors to describe the machinations within its pages but best you do that on your own. I will say, the simplicity in the horror of it is deeply relatable; that feeling of happenstance being taken from you and only realizing it when it’s too late.
The story is a bit of a puzzle, threads linking one life to another, crumbs that lead to the dread-filled realization that the fear you have for the dark, unexplored corners of everything might be warranted.
To be honest, it’s worth a read for her prose alone
It’s been a long minute since I booked a show. I did a lot of it when I was young and I only did it out of necessity, the bands I wanted to see simply had nowhere to play. Now, older and pretending to be wiser, I’m slowly starting to book a few shows for, and with, bands I adore. It would mean the world to get some support in that endeavor. More than stoked to announce this one at @auspicious.brew with @littlelowband@coffin_salesman@lesserdevils (I know, self serving and such)!
