Basements

Last night I played a show in a basement and slept in a different basement. The American South is gorgeous.

It feels like some bizarre and horrible thing has happened in the world before each of our tours. I think the pattern may unfortunately just be that things like that happen all the time. I am really grateful to not be in the crosshairs at the moment.

Still, the political-economic reality of the current moment is impossible to ignore (even if, say, you had a device that could provide infinite distraction whenever you want it). There isn’t enough time for anything. Even the time I do have is spent worrying or hearing people I love worry. Touring is an escape from that in a way, but is also just another window into it. The world is a dark and scary place.

Even right now, we have to hit the road or we’ll be late. I am extremely grateful to be on this planet where horrible and real things happen all the time — the kinds of things that you have never even read about in a work of fiction — and not be in any danger. And beyond that, actually to be exceptionally lucky, to be in love, to have time to complain about not having time, to be on the road.