UK, Europe, and around there: how are you?
Hello loves.
Maybe it’s because it’s 6am and I’m awake with a head full of questions when you’re awake, or maybe it’s because I’m feeling subconsciously guilty because I just scheduled the next $10 webchat for 7pm EST this Monday and that means the Europeans are fucked because it’s one in the morning for them…but.
Maybe it’s just because it’s been to long. I posted a version of this to socials as well, but here is more fun because you’re the patrons, and also, I can dig back in the photo archive from fall 2019 and just send you a little barrage of random scrap photos that pop out at me.
But here’s the question:
UK/Europe/that whole area….i have a question: how are you all doing over there?
It’s been 5 years now since I toured or visited you all, and I’m feeling the sting of missing. The autumn especially makes me miss my old friends in Berlin, and Dublin, and Warsaw, and Edinburgh, and…and and and. Und.
My “There Will Be No Intermisson” tour in 2019 went to almost every major city in England, Scotland, Ireland, Europe, and we were all on fire with song and truth, and going to climate marches every Friday, raging about reproductive rights, making crazy movies, doing martial arts together in random galleries and and playing strange pianos in parks and then….then what happened?
It all feels like a jagged dream. It all ended. So fast.
I went back to scroll my phone photos from fall 2019 to see what popped up. This header image for the post was the image that struck me. It’s a still shot from the patron-funded-and-inspired “French Brexit Song” video shoot we did in London in October 2019. Astoundingly, it has 1m views now. I’m still so proud we slapped that one together.
But….it all just….stopped.
I never really wrapped the tour, I never did the post-mortem, I never released the footage, the documentaries. Covid hit. I was in New Zealand. I left my marriage the first month of lockdown. I went down a hole of triage and foreign survival and solo motherhood that barely feels like it’s ended. I’m barely on dry land.
But you.
What happened….to you? To all of your lives? I’ve been stuck in New Zealand and then stuck in upstate New York.
You’ve been over there.
Dealing with other wars, other stories. I want to ask all of you: how are you all faring since I saw you in 2019? How are you feeling about us poor sods in America? How are you feeling about your own countries? Towns? Hearts? Tell me where you are, and how you are. Tell all of us.
Also, before you ask when I’m coming back for tour and shows, I’m sad to say…it’ll be quite some time. Motherhood and ongoing recovery from all the trauma is on the menu over here in Boston, and that takes travel mostly off the table for a while. But I will come, I will come. Maybe I’ll sneak over for a weekend next year, if I’m lucky.
Love, and reading comments …..
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This is also where I remind all you Europeans, but everybody really, to sign the mailing list for when I DO tour again. It’s the golden rule. Sign the mailing list. It takes 3 seconds. Thank you.
You promise to sign the mailing list, and I will promise to tour again. Okay?
Fall 2019. It was so strange to see all the pictures of my little kiddo, and so many pictures of faces I never want to see again. Someday I’ll have to do a full clean of the phone and make albums for Ash, and put all those hard memories away for good where they can’t haunt me when I’m looking for other things.
And also a reminder that the tour was filmed in london at Union chapel. We were supposed to release it on the patreon, maybe with a media partner. It’s not too late. We still have it. Maybe it’s time, soon. Maybe.