a clear view forward

It's a quiet day. After cramming another week of searching, conceiving and executing new costumes, new stage design, and lights (for the first time); we've finished what we set out to do.
It was a beautiful change from the lovely dive bars of New England Countryside, to the dance theater/cinema of the Smart Project Space, but we made something quite special for this show. We still don't know what it was, but starting to see the documentation that was made, we start to understand what we did, and we want it. more and more.
All of our 'art' background came to the fore as our 'pop' served secretly through this dramatic conjunct of sound, image, and misunderstanding. The new songs were naked, sketching their way across the vast expanse of space and time that the lights were slicing into the squares from our CD cover.
There's more coming. we just don't know yet, just quite when.

If you say run, I'll run with you

Is it already time to sum things up?
I guess it's too early, since there is still leftover mascara on my eyelashes from last night's show, and we still got one more show tonight here in NYC.
should I put new mascara on or should I stick to what's already there?
(I do love the moment before going on stage when Thomas and I are putting our makeup on. when we're both squeezed in front of some dirty mirror in some girl's toilet somewhere. Thomas is always faster than me, but then again, that's Thomas for you: queen of efficiency.)

one
more
show
to
go

last night someone told me: "the lit lounge in New york, it's a great place! just don't put your drinks on the ground, they have cockroaches."
cockroaches are not a problem. Just make sure that the monitors work.

one
more
show
to
go

and then we'll take off our make up, all of it, pack up our suitcases, put on our red shoes and dance the blues.

A

between soundcheck

The sentimentality of the tour is quickly catching up with us. After leaving our new friends in Danbury, we found ourselves sailing across a magic winter wonderland. Reflecting on the quirky moments that have piled up during the last week. Its been truly an amazing adventure- yet again, with so many different angles, sunlight from behind, and the large moon hanging low in front of every freeway we slide into.

Many sounds, and so many songs brewing, waiting for calmer days to be written. Many new friends, new places to visit, and plans for an imaginary future.

T

something has happenned

just glossing over all kinds of amazing times

the sun shines on

well the world is going up. and we're going with it.
it's been a lovely time in DC topped with galaxy hut for dessert. the eubonics were absolutely rocking
and we couldn't have imagined a better way to be in DC. thanks to everyone for coming out and hope to
see you all again soon.

Thomas

A full week ahead

As Anat is cooking a chavita, on yet another persons enormous gas stove. In a kitchen full of food of all kinds and no kinds.

Tonight we start, it feels like, the tour we were looking for. Play, drive, play drive, there's a kind of rhythm that we were missing. Something which creates a struggle- where energy needs to be invested in order to see results. Jagged cities, and empty halls. Between these worlds have been suburban parking lots and landyachts of excess. Now we will leave it all behind, and we are oh so happy to dive in.

T

Who's afraid of Virginia (woolf)?

It's rainy and wet outside, and we're both sitting next to the warm fireplace (Thomas is sitting right across from me, his face is glowing in the light of the computer screen.) It's very peaceful here in Virginia. Sweet Erin left a few hours ago to the barn to take care of the horses. We will join her later, and I might get a chance to ride a horse for the first time in my life.
This day off is basically an internet day, and we're happily plugging ourselves into the wifi, trying to dust off the corners of our very many lives here, there and everywhere.

But the world feels hard today.

Maybe it's the weather, or maybe it's the ungraspable discomfort of the suburbs. I don't know. Right now I just miss Amsterdam and our urban family. I miss the little compulsive ceremonies we conduct in the city and the allusiveness of my existence there, where most of time I don't even know how I got to be part of it all.
I miss a particular kind of disarray, and a few very specific couches in loved living rooms across town. But I think I got a temporary solution for all this yearning:

I'm gonna go listen to Patti Smith.
I'll look at some pictures.
and I will never NEVER wash my hair again.

A