Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sleeping w/ Pete + Keith


This is what my bookshelf* looks like right now.

We've moved into the nerve-wracking portion book-proposal of More Popular Than Jesus. Steve is handling the sales part of it (Thank Effing Christ), and I'm trying to write my little** piece on The Who and not think about the uncertainty and capriciousness of the publishing industry. Not that I have any negative experience with that or anything.

I'm learning how to say no. It's hard to say no to social invitations or performance requests when you grew up dreaming of being wanted. Writing needs space. Needs aloneness, if not loneliness. It's a weird thing to cultivate intentionally for someone who's felt lonely her whole life.

Other than that, I'm focusing on working at Karma Yoga, making new Madame Psychosis songs with LoWreck, applying for grants, and mailing out poem submissions. It feels good to be working on my own art again.

I've been popping in and out of Occupy Boston. I've been down there several times -- a musician friend of mine played a set last week, and I taught a free yoga class on Friday. I've been down there about four times all together, and it feels super important and I'm thrilled that there are so many people who seem to think in line with all the crazy shit I've been muttering to myself for years, and are using their bodies (peacefully!) to let this behemoth of a system know that its habits are unacceptable. At the same time, half the times I've been down there I've gotten some pretty creepy vibes. A lot of anger, a lot of confusion. Of course, living outside in a tent in the middle of the Financial District in October in Boston would sour almost anyone's mood.

It really felt like winter today in Boston.



*the left half of my bed


**really fucking huge

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt

Sneak-peak of photos by Caleb from the Kurt Vonnegut Tribute show at Precinct on Sept. 22, 2011.












We got a ton of great footage, and will be putting up a full website soon.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

New York City is where dogs look like Luck Dragons


Yesterday I finally understood why people love New York City.

SFTD and I played a set at Pete's Candy Store on Friday night. It was a smallish but really attentive crowd, and I got to catch up with my friend Jess and my former roommate Emily, both of whom are going to NYU right now studying Nutrition and Food Systems, respectively.

Our friend The Sneaky Mister came, too. She is brilliant and told us wonderful stories about tattoos and Joseph Campbell and Scotland. You should listen to her.

Then the next morning, I went to NYU to teach a workshop at the Preemptive Education conference at the Silver Center. It occured to me afterward that I was technically teaching at the school who's art school rejected me ten years ago. One more tiny little victory in my heart.

Then as we were walking back to the Subway to catch the Green Living Fest in Brooklyn, we ran into the Slut Walk. I got a "Consent is Sexy" button.



When I was a teenager I dreamed of dropping out of high school and running away to New York City. I wonder sometimes if I'd be further along in my art now if I'd done that, but that's kind of a ridiculous road to go down since EVERYTHING would be so incredibly different that it's hard to say what would have happened. Maybe I would have burned out or gotten addicted to heroin or started sleeping with a record executive. I was so fragile when I was that age, and for a few years after that I was so depressed and whacky who knows.

You have to know who you are, I think, to go to New York. This time, walking around, I felt comfortable. It was the first time since I was seventeen I thought, "Hey, I could live here."