Hi everyone,
I’m returning to the human connected world after a surprise visit to the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge to the see the annual Sandhill and Whooping Crane migration. We weren’t sure if we were going to see any cranes, as they are on their own schedule but sure enough, if you go out to the swamp and make yourself available, sometimes cranes appear.
While I was slapping mosquitoes and high fiving alligators, my automated internet presence capered about in my absence. I guess this is me finding the middle way between protecting my time, my consciousness, and my creative spirit but also doing the things they say you need do to have a career. I am still thinking about it all. I want to be all in on everything I do but maybe that’s not how it’s going to work. Either way, I am glad you are here with me dear reader, even if the dear reader is me in 12 years because…
In thinking about communication, the internet, real life and my place in it all I unearthed my ancient blog. Here’s my first entry on tumblr, almost 12 years ago. I love the bold presumption that people will be wanting to ‘update themselves.’
The highlight is a flurry of entries entitled ‘Pony Express’ about a solo hiking trip I took in Colorado. I took a lot of photos of my feet... and of abandoned buildings, flowers, mountains, stars. I love the tone of this ol’ blog, how it walks the line between very intimate and sorta public. There was a little giddiness inside me about how
no one is reading this
a certain someone is reading this
everyone is reading this
It’s a vintage feeling, from before people looked at anything I did at any time ever. It’s a place on the internet where I felt alive and daring. I had forgotten that there was such a place.
This month I got to be a part of Will Johnson’s band on a short tour supporting the record ‘No Ordinary Crown’ which we made together. The feeling of the band was electric and I think the triumph of it all will sustain me for a while yet. Will once again sets an example for us all. Make space and bring together the people for the magic to happen. Tell a lot of stories and jokes. Stay up until dawn. Have good tone and play loud. Music is fun.
Two more adventures in leaving the house, this weekend I met Houston based artist Kill Joy ! Their work as an activist, printmaker, and human is an inspiration to me and I didn’t really know what to say except uh hey hi. May all our art dreams be as huge, generous, and imaginative as yours.
And… there is water in the greenbelt. If you in ATX, you know. If you are in another place, I will attempt to explain. Austin is a city built on top of creeks, caves, and canyons and when there is enough rain, the creeks run and there are tiny swimming holes tucked all over the city. I have quit jobs because there is water in the greenbelt.
What became of the snail sweatshirts? They nearly all ventured off to good homes. There are 2 left on my website as of this writing. I would love to make more as soon as I find the time to quest for immaculate specimens. It might be a while.
Which brings me to my final bit of new for you. We are going to play some shows soon in some cities. Lots of cities! We are doing all of this ourselves so if you or anyone you know in any of these places might like to see us play please come!
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading.
Xo,
Lindsey
Whoop! Whoop! Congrats on winning best folk/bluegrass in the Austin Chronicle, even though that category does not best fit you. You are amazing and it is well-deserved.
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