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An update for march
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 21:39:03 +0000 UTCMarch has been wicked splendid. She usually is, but this year I feel as though I’ve made it to the other side of a gauntlet of grief with some wisdom and clarity. I rang in 33 on 3/3, and that feels significant, somehow. The next weekend, I got a phonecall from my friend Adam as I was drifting off to dreamspace and found out that his band was going to be in town to play a couple of shows on the University dollar. I crashed their luncheon and learned that they were chosen by a focus group of college students, which is just the most precious little nugget. They asked if Psychic Spychick could open for one of the gigs, but Sara had DnD, so Ghostknife took the slot, and I played 3 songs solo to warm up the stage. First pic is soundcheck-auteur.
We had our full-wurm-moon-eclipse-studio-warming party at the new space on the 13th, and I got to hear some incredible sounds at the open mic, and revel at the rouge of the totality of the earth’s shadow upon that celestial pal with some of the best terrestrial pals. Somewhere, there is hi-8 camcorder footage of us taking turns singing to the moon, songs about the moon, around the bonfire.
There was a cover-up revival this year (first since 2019?? I think I played linkin park at the last one), and Sara and I took a break from album-brain to learn 3 more Metric songs to do a 5-song set, and despite all odds, we totally rocked. Sara has a new drum pad now, which is very sick and very exciting for future projects. Second pic is us looking very psychic for our cover set.
I took a week after the Turbo Hell weekend to zip down to Ketchikan to design the lights for The Crucible. It was such a last minute commitment, and I’m glad I went. There was a landslide the last night I was in town by wolf point that shut the town down for a few days. No major damage, other than the one road across town was intraversible, so Allen Marine was shuttling folks 45-at-a-time to and from the north end of town from dawn ‘til dusk. There was an enforced closure of businesses and schools that almost canceled the entire run of the show. It’s only been 6 months since the devastating landslide that swallowed homes and lives, so the response was not unwarranted, but a little intense. This one was from an over-blasting of the mountainside for the sake of development. The hubris of man coming in hot. Third and fourth pics are of the stage and the rickety-ass hand-crack death-machine of a genie I climbed up and down with gobos and lens tubes under my arm and totally didn’t die. I got to see my Anchorage friends again on my way back up the state on a 15 hour layover, and that was very nice. We jump rope’d under the sunset, and poetry slammed, and girltalked, and played with a snake.
It’s been a very skin-of-the-pants kind of ride this month, and it’s all been working out. Perhaps it’s a bit of that far-north-spring-time mania, but I’m just feeling so enamored with my friends and glad to be making music again and settling into a healthier coda of the mundane. My gums don’t bleed when I floss, and my dreams have been rife with portals to other dimensions.
Album news to be trickling out in good time. I have one more scratch track to record, then we are on to getting those drums did. I have a much darker piece of analysis/6-year-retrospective I've been trekking through this month too, which will also come with time.. Last pic is of a piece my neighbor brought home for me from the thrift store last week. Happy spring, my friends.
Much love,
amelia
