THE FEED

A friend died this month. Writing helps, a little. Mostly I'm just listening to their records.

This month I got my first payout. It isn't much, and I know exactly what it paid for: a month of rehearsal-room rent and three new drum heads. But it came from people who chose to listen, and that is a different kind of money. Thank you for paying the people who make the music.

Got lost on the way to rehearsal. Found a lovely little park. Wrote half a song on a bench.

Hit the first payout today. It's not much, but it's real, and it's from you. Thank you.

The last show was the best one yet. Thank you for singing the quiet parts quietly.

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Lluvia

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Fine Print is out. Thank you to everyone who sat through the demos.

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Lost and Found (Reprise)

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Two songs sound done, three are almost done, and one is a pile of ideas in a trench coat.

A small thing that made my week: a kid at the record store asked what I listen to when I'm sad. I didn't know what to say. So I took them through the whole shelf, one album at a time, until the shop closed. They bought three, and I bought a coffee, and neither said much else.

New in the shop: a heavy canvas tote, screenprinted by a friend with a press in her basement. It holds six records and a sandwich, and it has already survived a very rainy week in Paris. Limited to eighty. Once they're gone, I'll probably forget the design and start over.

Had a terrible day, then someone sent me a recording of themselves singing along. Better now.