Hi, from before lunch on January 20, 2025. Everything is the same, and also completely different. The air is toxic and there is more wind on the way. Happy MLK Day?
I'm writing this before going to the David Lynch astral plane for his memorial group meditation. I hope all-natural, quantum thinking becomes our real future, but right now, we just witnessed democracy's final breath, while tech bros and con-men became officially sanctioned supervillains. The slow downslide has been ongoing, and people who have seen this since 2015 (and 1980) are tired - the slippery slope has become a drop, and right now we are all the cartoon coyote, still running but waiting to fall.
If things can just be repeated until they become true, then I'm not going to stop dreaming of a better world and writing songs that serve as dystopian campfire songs - things to keep us going along this treacherous trail. We have all the knowledge we need to make our world work for everyone, but greed prevents us from realizing it. I'm going to oversimplify this, but if you put different ant species together in the same jar, they coexist until agitated - so you have to wonder, who is shaking the jar?
I think it can be alienating to see through the veil, but increasingly now, the veil is thin, worn, weathered, and we're all seeing through it. At least that's how it feels in Los Angeles, even more palpably now. The fires continue, and there are more red flag warnings today - the feeling of impermanence is the only constant. The illusion we've created - the theater of society - is really quickly broken when faced with catastrophe. This real, ongoing disaster with traceable causes is being turned into a misinformation political spectacle, and hopefully you can understand why this is significant.
[12:00p-12:10p PST meditation break]
I'm back from the collective consciousness - both my dogs fell asleep on me and I feel energized. I contemplated the donut and the hole. The hole is the intangible sense of grief we feel for mourning the idea of what we thought the future looked like. The donut is where we're at. It's time to learn new donut recipes (no this isn't a long-winded intro to a recipe, but can you imagine). We have to find ways to keep going and protect our whimsy.
I made my album "You're Hardly Here" as a way of coping with the weird duality it is to be a soul existing in a meat suit. Why is empowerment the same thing as fear, but we have been cursed with the unique gift of needing to alchemize the feeling first? This mental gymnastics is the story of "You're Hardly Here," and I hope it helps you when you need a quick portal to some respite from the human condition.
I'm also excited to share that we've put together a benefit show with Funhouse OC at Cruisers HB on February 4. We will be playing some songs in an intimate, (sort-of) chilled out way, and also have a steady stream of good vibes spinning from DJs. Perhaps (definitely) even some musical surprises. We will have tons of resources available for direct aid to LA fire relief. If you don't know where to start, come together through music. Community is going to be more important than ever as it looks like we will, unfortunately, repeat history. When I try to post any info about why we wanted to put this together, the social media posts show an error message. Hence, writing a whole blog post just to say "let's be good to each other." Other words and phrases that give me an error message now seem to include benefit show, community, grassroots, good vibes, and resources. So that's fun.
We are proudly independent so we can cultivate this free space, share it, and use all the uplifting words we like. Community is a core part of why I play music. We will always need jukebox people, dreamers, and people who help facilitate our imaginations - now more than ever. Surely this is incomplete and I have so many more thoughts, but to make the perfect donut just simply start with...
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Written by Kylie Hazzard
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