the bandito tour is very special to me, including any of you who made it to a show this year.
things get quiet around this time, and i’m reminded why i write so much about the lack of sound. it’s deafening. all of the questions. is what i’m doing any good. this last album, was it good enough. what’s the point. i hate typing them out, which might be why i refuse to grant them their proper punctuation.
but then i’m reminded of the show and the people who come. this odd theatrical convention we have landed on as a species, a concert, is somehow healing and protecting, boosting the immune system of the psyche.
maybe it’s the ethereal sensation of hearing you all singing in unison, or its the natural warmth of the collective body heat from the pit billowing toward me. whatever it is, i’ve learned it can be harnessed and preserved so that the echoes of its effects can be tapped in to when needed.
kneeling down in front of you during the show, i’m collecting. and now as i type this out i’m unpacking, to combat those questions that show up in the quietest of places.
feels silly just saying “thank you for coming to the show” so i thought i’d explain it a little.
see you at the next one. |- - 7 months ago