Right now I’m sitting on my bed in a pretty empty bedroom, which the exception of a couple boxes and a litterbox. Gummo is napping on bed on the green fleece blanket he loves….Matt is in the next room finishing a documentary that Justin is doing on us and leaving and Olive Juice.
I’m tired. Packing is freaking exhausting. Leaving is hard. What can I say beyond a general statement like that? It’s moody. Sometimes I’m clear-eyed excited and light feeling and other times I’m crying walking down the stairs with stuff. Distraction is key. I just read The Hunger Games the past two days off and on and that helped. Saw some friends. Took a walk and had a sandwich. I must’ve made 10 trips down the stairs with garbage today (not really garbage just stuff we couldn’t give away – luckily this is nyc and there were several people on the street that snatched up our dishes/records/bowls/ceramic sombrero). We are on a 4 floor walkup. My legs are jelly right now. Ow the burn.
Last week schwervon! played the Big Snow Buffalo Lodge send off show…and I can barely articulate how special it was. It’s funny I actually thought before the show I’d say a few words or talk more onstage about how lucky I feel to have lived in NYC and to know such amazingly talented people. I wanted to do that, but once I was up there playing, all I wanted to do was to play for these wonderful people I know. Fiercely. To rock out the best I could. Maybe it goes without saying, but
I am deeply grateful for the musical community of friends and fellow artists we have here. People that I love that have motivated and inspired and challenged and encouraged us.
It is rare.
I love the ball of light pic.
We are loading the ten footer uhaul Monday morning. If anyone wants to help carry a box then show up at our place around 10:00 or 10:30.
Then look out Kansas!!!
We’re playing a festival called Middle of the Map Fest right when we get to town.
Get It On!
I’m packing a lunchbox with roast chicken for Gummo in the Uhaul. Because the Bubblegum Gangster deserves the best.