Only 90s kids will remember
What if we kissed in the corporate enclosure
It’s Canada Day, and there is nowhere to park. My cat is loudly engaging in enrichment activities in a cardboard box (chewing, scratching).
This morning we U-Picked six boxes of strawberries and then jumped in a lake, and there was no one else there even though the sun was high in the sky and it’s a holiday. I guess it was a little windy. Maybe everyone was busy parking their cars around my house.
The further I get into Liz Pelly’s book on Spotify, the more grossed out I am by Big Streaming. The argument I hear most often from artists for continuing to supply their music to streaming services is that everyone does it (not quite true, but almost). (That’s probably reason enough to try something different, no?)
I came of age in the 2000s, so I can’t claim anything but proximity to the pre-internet world. I remember sneaking down to my sister’s room in the cool, dark basement to listen to Britney Spears’ Toxic (downloaded from Limewire) and play Bejeweled, desperate not to get caught but unable to resist the glow of the screen. I didn’t know how to use the computer, but I covertly catalogued her mouse clicks until I memorized the path to the goods. Glow in the dark stars still have a Pavlovian effect on my nervous system.
Even though I was too young to experience it, I am nostalgic for the indie music scenes of yore. Hived off from one another, blissfully unaware of what guitar tones someone five provinces over was partial to, free from the preoccupation of documentation, that’s where I want to be. ~ i was born in the wrong generation ~~* (just kidding, I love my iPhone, that’s where my little friends live). If you’re smashing reply on this email to dissuade me of my romantic image of the pre-internet world, save it— I’m stubborn and very attached to my notions.
I didn’t mean to try to convince myself out of putting my new album on streaming services in writing this, but now I’m dangerously close to the edge. Common sense may or may not prevail. I don’t know, though, does it make sense to relegate our work to the corporate enclosure (as Pelly so amorously refers to Spotify) where it will languish amidst AI-generated productivity-enhancing binaural beats and generate pennies? You tell me.
Last Thursday was such a magical time at the Sanctuary, thanks to all who came and shared in that evening with us. I had a blast!
UPCOMING THINGS
Open Chord Morning Club- WEDS, JULY 9! 7:30-9:30am
I’m so excited to start Morning Club NEXT WEEK! Rambler’s has kindly offered the use of their lovely big co-working table. Learn more about Morning Club HERE. It’s early but it’s WORTH IT! See: coffee; community; getting shit done. Bonus points if you reply to this email to tell me if you’re coming!
That’s it! No shows in July. I’m hitting the studio next week to finish tracking for The New Album. More to come on that. xoxo