Closing out 2019 with music by the Lofi Sofias and the Conduits. Turn your party lights on.
New Year’s Eve join me for Oms and Eats in the early afternoon – then in the early evening, a porch party with the Conduits – ending just in time for the Pine Cone Drop (or a decent night’s sleep).
“Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin’ goin’ down at all, not at all
Then one fine mornin’ she puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll
Despite all the amputations
You know you could just go out
And dance to a rock ‘n’ roll station
It was alright (it was alright)
Hey baby, you know it was alright (it was alright)”
– Lou Reed
photo of the Lofi Sofias playing as The Velvet Underground by Paul Perreault
Amanda Fucking Palmer blows my mind and my heart. She is relentless in her raw vulnerability, an inspiration, an ardent champion for humanity in all its passion and messiness and ugliness and real-ness.
There is no intermission. Only life.
Photo of Amanda Palmer in Ireland by Stephanie Zakas
I drift between wakefulness and sleep from around 3 to 4 am until about 5:30 – I fall back to sleep until 6, when my alarm goes off. It’s better when I surrender – maybe take a cool shower and then, drift in and out of sleep, thinking of dreams,
and noticing.