Hi again. In this edition of constellations, I am sharing a short piece I wrote about a song I love, which I read on Zoom last week for some friends. Some backstory: I have a tradition every December with my friends from back home where we hold an open mic in a small space in my parents’ yard we call “the studio” (no need for a proper name). We play our own songs and other people’s songs, we do off-the-cuff collaborations, I put out too many snacks, half the crew takes a cigarette break between every single set even though it’s usually, like, 15 degrees outside. It gathers many of the people I love under one roof, and every level of preparation or spontaneity is celebrated. It’s quite lovely. It couldn’t happen this year, for obvious reasons.
constellations #25: critical karaoke
constellations #25: critical karaoke
constellations #25: critical karaoke
Hi again. In this edition of constellations, I am sharing a short piece I wrote about a song I love, which I read on Zoom last week for some friends. Some backstory: I have a tradition every December with my friends from back home where we hold an open mic in a small space in my parents’ yard we call “the studio” (no need for a proper name). We play our own songs and other people’s songs, we do off-the-cuff collaborations, I put out too many snacks, half the crew takes a cigarette break between every single set even though it’s usually, like, 15 degrees outside. It gathers many of the people I love under one roof, and every level of preparation or spontaneity is celebrated. It’s quite lovely. It couldn’t happen this year, for obvious reasons.