Now what?
if only i could spell necessary correctly the first time
Dear X —
What if we were to consider this a letter more so than an newsletter or a marketing ploy even though it’s equally definable as both/all of the above/six of one-half dozen etc? I feel like I’ve made some sort of breakthrough regarding my own addition to social media which is both liberating and lonely and I guess that’s what life is like when you’re most tuned in to the universe anyway so it all comes out in the wash. Which is another way of saying: I need this. At least, I think I do. Letters for dopamine! How novel! The true form! All that is really left? Ask me again in a week of two. Us Geminis are notoriously annoying. Alternately, I could just ask generative AI to write this entire thing if I was looking to use unnecessary amounts of water but I will save that particular personal failure for lengthy hot showers in the winter.
To everyone who jumped on to this journey with us at Green River Festival: Thank you for being here. Thank you for taking a bracelet and volunteering over your email, even if you gave us a fake one. It was hot and sweaty and sweet all at once. And I discovered Kathleen Edwards who has become my latest hyperfixation.
The heat, though. Someone said it’s like standing inside soup. This morning I paid some unpaid invoice that was hounding my inbox as I stood outside of Amherst Coffee and everything smelled like sunscreen and sweat but I was in the shade and it was so early and I wondered was it just me who smelled like this or is this the new permanent state of life here? I hope you are hydrated, in the shade or in air conditioning even though most of those cooling systems are run on a dwindling supply of dinosaur bones.
I drove across the country a couple weeks ago with my family and spent a lot of time thinking about renewable energy because I don’t know what else you are supposed to think about in places where the landscape is so vast and empty… except maybe Manifest Destiny, the myth of the American West, genocide, Didion, the fetishization of the loner/the escape, addiction, agriculture, oh idk most of my academic degree, but I digress. “Harness the Heat for Something Good Not Bombs” doesn’t work great on a t-shirt. Unrelated/related: I have multiple ideas now for extremely niche shirt slogans such as “My Single Premiered on Post-Trash” and “I Only Work Out To Open The Inner Door At Miss Saigon In Amherst Massachusetts” but I’m not sure the market is there. So yeah wouldn’t it be nice if the sun could solely power the air conditioners?
Sorry for getting carried away. What are we truly here to discuss? A few notes:
We thought we had a show coming up in Dover, NH next month, but it is not actually happening until a later date. We will let you know when we do.
Our next scheduled show isn’t until October somehow so after a busy spring it looks like we will go back to the writing caves this summer. If you have a good enough hang, perhaps we can be convinced to play it.
There is a new EP on the way. The first single came out a couple weeks back but if you haven’t checked it out yet, here it is. I wish I could tell you when it’s not coming out but I’m not Lana Del Rey and that joke is funny if you know way too much about Lana Del Rey.
Okay. That seems sufficient for now. Apollyoligies for going on so long. Fuck war. Fuck ICE.
Yours in melancholy, chaos and confusion,
Candace (aka the All Feels loudmouth)
PS: If it’s a letter that means you can write back. So do.