Luna 2026
Happy December! Sometimes I think it’s my favorite time of the year. Then there’s wildflower season and I rethink, but I love the moody skies of December. The marshmallowy humidity of the days and the novelty of these cold nights. Summer seems to be eating away at the fall one day at a time like a snake eating its tail. Sweltering November now. For the time, December is a reliable winter-ish month before the cruel ice storms of January and February and then SXSW(?), the riotous wildflowers, and the heat returning.
My brain crawls across the days like a slug, leaving slimey brain trails across my tasks. This is the time of year they say artists are supposed to sling wares. Holiday gifting! Shop small everyone! Blow up my DMs. It’s bandcamp Friday this Friday.
The support I have received this year for my work has been completely overwhelming. I ship cassettes, CDs, and carefully packaged prints all over the country. I hand precious vinyl copies of my new album across card tables in dimly lit rooms. Thank you. Thank you. The message I grew up with was to always have a back up plan. Artist is not a career. You can’t make money doing that. How then do you explain this: I paid all my bills this month selling cassettes of completely esoteric music for less than market rate and sometimes in exchange for crumpled and sweaty five dollar bills. It sustains.
I feel tired and like, how can I keep this going but also like a thrumming conduit, delivering messages from another world to this one, and those messages are being received and I am glad, glad about the success of the mission but also glad for the work to be of service, sometimes in way I won’t ever know.
One of my biggest fears is that my creative well will dry up. I think about this at least once a day. More than once a day I also think about something I need to draw or a melody or a lyric to write down. The archive is so vast and I keep piling it on. The twin fear is that I’ll die before it all comes out of me but I try to befriend this fear because it is almost certainly the truth.
The world continues to turn, things bubble to the surface and take flight or not. There is nothing to be controlled about any of it. Ironically, as I am just finishing my yearly lunar calendar, carving 365 moons into a block and then printing them (and inhaling way too much paint thinner to make THE DOTS), I haven’t been paying attention to the present phase of the moon until the imminent full moon woke me up in the middle of the night. It’s been cloudy so it wasn’t the light of it, it was the feeling of it. Even through all of this overwhelming change and motion, the full moon still wakes me up in the middle of the night like the dancer’s toe in the spin.
I have 13 Lunar Calendars left. Would you like one? Here is the place to get them and other artifacts
Election Results is almost sold out on cassette. Bandcamp Friday is this Friday but if you cannot wait, get on there and getchu one!
Little Mazarn is joining Friendship on tour in January. Here are the dates, hope to see you out there!
