....that time I thought chewing gum on the red carpet would make being thrust into the unblinking eye of the Grammies less of an uncomfortable fit for a canadian such as myself who’d long since taken the duct tape oath of scrappy touring musicians. It was a surreal day and a beautiful tumble like when you’re stuck in the wave near the shore not knowing up from down. After being told side stage that I needed to cut the song I was about to play by 24 seconds, I peeked out of the rhinestone curtain and saw the pantheon of all the music of the western world sitting in their folding chairs. And choked on the incongruousness of that apex of pressure. Nuts. And as some magazine noticed, “she seemed freaked out.” Which I very much was. Later that night I made a kind of truce with having felt so raw and having sung through a tightness that was SO not the ageless queendom of Aretha who sang 20 feet to my left with 5 gospel choirs right before the cameras panned over to lil terrified me. To be mediocre under profound and unnatural pressure felt like a truth I could live with, and have! The highs and lows of a touring life that I was already 15 years deep into on that *best new artist* day were distilled into a minute and 43 seconds of bone-deep honest struggle, and I’ve since been glad for a moment at the far edge of the bandwidth of experience. I’m here today to flank my manager and producer, 3 feet behind him off to his left as a proud member of his entourage. The long and winding road! #mygrandmothersnecklace @mockyrecordings
Group Story 2 Mercy is an idea deeper than thought. Freedom, freedom, who is ever free no one ever is ever was and ever will be forever and the essence of forever shall continue until we have nothing to lose and we shall be free and live in an organized place. Well it started, well for sure amongst the corals and the drips of sun and the animals all wild and fast, the last bastard cast shadows of sexy silk. I will just you and then tear it off with my teeth were white but now they’re all little yellow too. Maybe they lied all the time. I am so confused. But still, the whiskey and a canada dry tasted and flowering in the quiet dawn of new age of consciousness where spirits can move everything. I mean everything Let me say, get me trays of clay plates and prey upon the walrus I will ride until the end of time the end of time was just the beginning. By @mariam_repeatuntildeath @gydatru @ithinkimphil @damienrice @josefinrunsteen @wildbirdsandpeacedrums @petites___planetes @alexis_antigua @ectoderm88 Anchored off Guadeloupe.
Group Story 1 Instead of doing the sensible thing and simply calling it God, the waves carry us further in two ways of my sky and stars beyond the pale, pale cloud of cotton balls. The picture finally opened. I did oh I opened it all and it fell out into a pile of sawdust, collected itself in a shuddering mass and rose up until it stood tall and went deep into the sea. The end. Of the first part, the second part still makes me think of the first time we felt each other’s skin, letting loose. The animals are the true inheritors we are merely servants to their hilarious and quiet laugh at their own, but I am alone in solitude with other souls. Oh solitude, you tempestuous flirt, so delicious one moment then the enemy took care of my mother and I loved him. No one saw at each other again after that. By @mariam_repeatuntildeath @gydatru @ithinkimphil @damienrice @josefinrunsteen @wildbirdsandpeacedrums @petites___planetes @alexis_antigua @ectoderm88 First lamp lit night anchored at Green Island 🕯
¡¡ My first guitar magazine cover!! Thanks to @fretboardjournal for the chance to talk gear and feelings and how I feel about gear (and how gear doesn’t actually have feelings.) I approach the tech with feminine muscle, which is to say steely and sweaty intuition. The transistors and electronics I leave in the capable and calloused hands of @kemmisutra. Thanks 4evr, Bob. X. 📷by @norman__wong ✏️ by @mikedaleytoronto
I’m so proud to yell to the hilltops that my manager @rlackritz -the double threat- goes and accidentally gets nominated for a Grammy. Best Engineered Album- non classical.... for Earthtones, by Bahamas. We made The Reminder and Metals in collaboration with a lot of people, but this is what happens when he’s given the helm to himself. SO PROUD OF YOU, pal! 🏆
Born to Bond was the first song I wrote for Pleasure and it helped me find the rest of the record. The fact that I ended up cutting it didn’t change its influence on the whole. In retrospect it kind of acts as the bolt all the spokes hook into; mechanically it helped everything get moving and more thematically it forced me to fess up to what I needed to write on; the exhaustion of endings and having no idea how to give enough of a shit to begin again.... all the generative grit I’ve been chewing on the last couple years while we toured this record. It was first released by Planned Parenthood as part of the stellar collection they put together in support of women’s freedom to own their own bodies. X f (Link to full song https://feist.lnk.to/borntobond-fr)
I THINK what she’s trying to say is “I’m totally behind your choice to leave and I truly hope you have a GREAT time and enjoy every single moment without me and I’ll just be here doin’ my thing. Don’t worry about me at ALL. Like, not even for an instant consider my feelings.” #heartsareforbreakingiguess and #dogsareheartsmadeoffur
Just unearthed a duet with my piano brother, Chilly Gonzales. In our long line of me-leaning-against-his-piano moments- like Limit to Your Love/ Now at Last/ Caught a Long Wind- this was was a one-take improvisation on Young Up while I was finishing the last album in Paris. Found footage, shot through the glass by Marry Rozzi at Les Studios Ferber.
Guest room bookshelf selection for Montreal family’s arrival. @laforceband @intarotgate. Fairytales for adults, ridicule by an insider, personal ads from the 1700s, Wade Davis can teach me anything, anytime, bodice heaving, mescal cosmic violence, the good ole enneagram, humble greatness in conversation and cautionary travelling. ❤️🏡
From 2am pastries in the 90s to freestyling at the 701 to lighting his exploding cigar to playing after hours squats in rome to sleeping in the storage loft above his kitchen in berlin to forgetting my melodica sidestage at the völksbuhne to being roommates in paris to making let it die to him filming a movie in my kitchen to many 3/4 good thai meals to attempting xmas in the Canary Islands to spooky Halloween jams in LA to inventing a game explaining intervals to improvising many musicals that will never be heard to writing each others’ autobiographies. Half a lifetime with this guy... and you guys only get him for 2 hours at a time! @chilly_gonzales. #leslieandjason