Come on, man!! We made Gemini in the basement, 4 friends locked down there making music because we fucking love making music. These last couple nights were a beautiful marker of just how magic life can be. Seeing these songs that started out as small little flickers of an idea resonate so powerfully here at home gives me so much joy. Thanks, Seattle. Tyler, Ben, Tyler, I love you guys. Let’s do it again soon. And to the people that work so fucking hard to make this shit happen and seem so flawless: @benjaminjangles@wexington@joshdiggedy@baba_g@sethlovessteak@downloaded_from_heaven, Fussy, Tilke, thank you. 📸 @voiceofjsuckah
Today would have been your 70th birthday. And it’s been three months since you died. Those 4 weeks of illness, each few days revealing a deeper unrest than the last, a worsening that progressed with such dizzying pace that none of us could really catch it. We just felt its breeze tickle our skin as it rushed past. That wind swept you away, ma, and left us in its wake. Teetering in circles like spinning tops on the verge of crashing. I️ still don’t understand it. And I’m realizing that, so caught up in my own suffering and sadness, I haven’t had the clarity to really, truly, think about you. And as I learn more about you, from your friends and your brothers and Dad and from turning familiar memories over and over in my head, searching for new nooks and crannies that might reveal a new little something or other that I can file away to stop you from becoming a memory and keep you alive, I’m seeing your magic in more dimensions than ever before. Happy Birthday Ma.