leftovers

I'm getting older, I'm writing less, I'm living in a city I've only known for a little over a year, and nostalgia looms larger and more intensely than ever before as beloved family members leave us and the state of the world seems to devolve by the day. With that, I'll add that my family celebrated my parents 50th anniversary earlier this year, and I got to travel to Hawaii (the big island) earlier this spring. In October, we moved across the river to a new apartment. Musically, I completed and released a posthumous Shitting Glitter album "Damn Skippy Baby" in September which included a new music video "Microscope," directed by Jasten King and featured at the NSFW Film Festival in Los Angeles. Also, Boynanarama reunited for a one-off performance at Bisbee Pride in Arizona over the summer, and we got to march in the parade there, hosted by our lovely friend Gretchen Bonaduce. As for consuming music this year, my Spotify Wrapped really only tells a

  it's been a few months now since the release of damn skippy baby , so i've had time to reflect and hear with new ears now that it's something that exists out in the world, and not just primarily in my imagination. when amy passed away in february, 2021 the only thing i could really do that made me feel less awful about the way everything had ended up was working on this project. i knew we had enough material left behind that we could finally finish what had basically been planned as shitting glitter's fourth album way back before our third album was even finished. some of these songs existing in demo form, some posted to our myspace page as a series of holiday-themed tunes, one in the soundtrack of a short indie film, and some that had just been emailed around. here is some behind the scenes 'tea' on each song, for anyone who harbors curiosity about these songs which have taken many years to finally see the light of (streaming) day. microscope this was the mos

When I was a kid growing up on a farm outside of a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, we had MTV. This portal into all things "cool" and "happening" was my lifeline. One of my favorite bands I discovered on the music network was an Icelandic group called the Sugarcubes, and while their lead singer Bjork eventually became a world-famous superstar as a solo artist, it was the band's adorable keyboard player Magga who I was most obsessed with. I even tried calling her on the phone one time, but unfortunately had chosen the wrong option of the two numbers I received by calling the Icelandic directory assistance. However, years later when the Internet arrived, I was able to somehow track down her email address and surprisingly, she wrote me back! I'm sure I have a copy of her response to my ramblings of teenage obsession printed and saved somewhere but essentially she said that I must have "had good taste for a child, but eventually we all grow up."  N