I hope this amuses anybody who has ever been on my staff or worked on any project with me ever.
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A little I love you song. See you for the gig on Sunday, upstate weirdos. And patrons, we’ll be filming for you. I love you all a lot. I’m glad it’s bra and sweatpants weather finally.
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SOUND UP!!!!
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I got the dates slightly wrong which is allowable given its 5 am and pre coffee
Im continuing my song-testing tour in the run-up to the @dresdendolls new recording
🎉🎹🌈
June 7&8 – union transfer in Philly
June 14&15 – 9:30 club in Wash DC
Oct 26&27 – bearsville theater in Woodstock, NY.
Most nights sold out or close. Grab the tickets people, it’s time to get back to music. I am my own bird.
All tickets at dresdendolls.com
Now, ☕️
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Memorial Day Joy
Memorial Day Joy
Memorial Day Joy
Memorial Day Joy
Memorial Day Joy
Memorial Day Joy
Me and the birds and a poem by Andrew Whalen say have a great fxxxxx day
I’m a writer again? Oh New York City with your tall buildings and elevators and weird lobby art. I love you.
Publishing and management meetings galore.
This mama is getting back to writing some real books and it’s long overdue.
Stay tuned; I have about 7 books in mind and it’ll take a second.
Meanwhile I have a new @dresdendolls record to make and tour around the world. It’s gonna work.🫠
The patreon? Don’t worry. It’s going to be the backstage workshop and lab for everything, and the living room/pub in which I collapse at the end of the day after trying to engage with whatever we are calling The Real World.
Now that I’m about to hit 20,000 patrons 🎉, I’m starting to believe that IT IS the real world and everything else is just imaginary.
About half of these folks are paying patrons and the other half are along for the ride; they are “free members” who get free posts but not locked content.
If you don’t understand how patreon works, think of it like a subscribtion to an artist-as-magazine, or a contribution to your local museum or NPR station.
You don’t have to tune into 100% of the content; it would be almost weird if you did.
But you want an artist broadcasting content, because you trust them to make the right choices in broadcasting. That’s what patronage is. Not so much a store for “stuff” as a consistent support for artists and writers to make things unfettered by the strains of capitalism and sales.
I’ve funded albums, videos, podcasts, poems, charity projects, documentaries, live-streamed countless concerts. Answered countless questions. Read hundreds of thousand of comments.
These people know me. But also, I know them. It’s family.
I’m coming up on my 10th year on Patreon and it’s changed my life. Not everybody understands it, not everybody likes it, and the beauty of it is…not everybody needs to.
I’ve sent almost 2k posts to my patrons…that’s about a post every four days. The story is an always story.
Yesterday I posted a patron-only transcript of my talk with bestselling author @elizlesser that I held in a venue (@gravesidevariety) that I funded in part with patron $.
It’s working. Become a patron. Link in stories.
🎡♥️
#patreon
I’m a writer again? Oh New York City with your tall buildings and elevators and weird lobby art. I love you.
Publishing and management meetings galore.
This mama is getting back to writing some real books and it’s long overdue.
Stay tuned; I have about 7 books in mind and it’ll take a second.
Meanwhile I have a new @dresdendolls record to make and tour around the world. It’s gonna work.🫠
The patreon? Don’t worry. It’s going to be the backstage workshop and lab for everything, and the living room/pub in which I collapse at the end of the day after trying to engage with whatever we are calling The Real World.
Now that I’m about to hit 20,000 patrons 🎉, I’m starting to believe that IT IS the real world and everything else is just imaginary.
About half of these folks are paying patrons and the other half are along for the ride; they are “free members” who get free posts but not locked content.
If you don’t understand how patreon works, think of it like a subscribtion to an artist-as-magazine, or a contribution to your local museum or NPR station.
You don’t have to tune into 100% of the content; it would be almost weird if you did.
But you want an artist broadcasting content, because you trust them to make the right choices in broadcasting. That’s what patronage is. Not so much a store for “stuff” as a consistent support for artists and writers to make things unfettered by the strains of capitalism and sales.
I’ve funded albums, videos, podcasts, poems, charity projects, documentaries, live-streamed countless concerts. Answered countless questions. Read hundreds of thousand of comments.
These people know me. But also, I know them. It’s family.
I’m coming up on my 10th year on Patreon and it’s changed my life. Not everybody understands it, not everybody likes it, and the beauty of it is…not everybody needs to.
I’ve sent almost 2k posts to my patrons…that’s about a post every four days. The story is an always story.
Yesterday I posted a patron-only transcript of my talk with bestselling author @elizlesser that I held in a venue (@gravesidevariety) that I funded in part with patron $.
It’s working. Become a patron. Link in stories.
🎡♥️
#patreon
I’m a writer again? Oh New York City with your tall buildings and elevators and weird lobby art. I love you.
Publishing and management meetings galore.
This mama is getting back to writing some real books and it’s long overdue.
Stay tuned; I have about 7 books in mind and it’ll take a second.
Meanwhile I have a new @dresdendolls record to make and tour around the world. It’s gonna work.🫠
The patreon? Don’t worry. It’s going to be the backstage workshop and lab for everything, and the living room/pub in which I collapse at the end of the day after trying to engage with whatever we are calling The Real World.
Now that I’m about to hit 20,000 patrons 🎉, I’m starting to believe that IT IS the real world and everything else is just imaginary.
About half of these folks are paying patrons and the other half are along for the ride; they are “free members” who get free posts but not locked content.
If you don’t understand how patreon works, think of it like a subscribtion to an artist-as-magazine, or a contribution to your local museum or NPR station.
You don’t have to tune into 100% of the content; it would be almost weird if you did.
But you want an artist broadcasting content, because you trust them to make the right choices in broadcasting. That’s what patronage is. Not so much a store for “stuff” as a consistent support for artists and writers to make things unfettered by the strains of capitalism and sales.
I’ve funded albums, videos, podcasts, poems, charity projects, documentaries, live-streamed countless concerts. Answered countless questions. Read hundreds of thousand of comments.
These people know me. But also, I know them. It’s family.
I’m coming up on my 10th year on Patreon and it’s changed my life. Not everybody understands it, not everybody likes it, and the beauty of it is…not everybody needs to.
I’ve sent almost 2k posts to my patrons…that’s about a post every four days. The story is an always story.
Yesterday I posted a patron-only transcript of my talk with bestselling author @elizlesser that I held in a venue (@gravesidevariety) that I funded in part with patron $.
It’s working. Become a patron. Link in stories.
🎡♥️
#patreon
I’m a writer again? Oh New York City with your tall buildings and elevators and weird lobby art. I love you.
Publishing and management meetings galore.
This mama is getting back to writing some real books and it’s long overdue.
Stay tuned; I have about 7 books in mind and it’ll take a second.
Meanwhile I have a new @dresdendolls record to make and tour around the world. It’s gonna work.🫠
The patreon? Don’t worry. It’s going to be the backstage workshop and lab for everything, and the living room/pub in which I collapse at the end of the day after trying to engage with whatever we are calling The Real World.
Now that I’m about to hit 20,000 patrons 🎉, I’m starting to believe that IT IS the real world and everything else is just imaginary.
About half of these folks are paying patrons and the other half are along for the ride; they are “free members” who get free posts but not locked content.
If you don’t understand how patreon works, think of it like a subscribtion to an artist-as-magazine, or a contribution to your local museum or NPR station.
You don’t have to tune into 100% of the content; it would be almost weird if you did.
But you want an artist broadcasting content, because you trust them to make the right choices in broadcasting. That’s what patronage is. Not so much a store for “stuff” as a consistent support for artists and writers to make things unfettered by the strains of capitalism and sales.
I’ve funded albums, videos, podcasts, poems, charity projects, documentaries, live-streamed countless concerts. Answered countless questions. Read hundreds of thousand of comments.
These people know me. But also, I know them. It’s family.
I’m coming up on my 10th year on Patreon and it’s changed my life. Not everybody understands it, not everybody likes it, and the beauty of it is…not everybody needs to.
I’ve sent almost 2k posts to my patrons…that’s about a post every four days. The story is an always story.
Yesterday I posted a patron-only transcript of my talk with bestselling author @elizlesser that I held in a venue (@gravesidevariety) that I funded in part with patron $.
It’s working. Become a patron. Link in stories.
🎡♥️
#patreon
Love from @gravesidevariety
It’s feckin gorgeous out today. 🌈 how’s everybody feeling??
I’m deep at my desk getting emails writ and posts out the door, have meetings all day tomorrow and hoping to get enough shit done to allow Thursday to be a songwriting day. Pray for me.
I just posted the WHOLE TRANSCRIPT of my 90 minute conversation with bestselling author @elizlesser to the patrons, and I sent a video recording (it was held at our own little crowdfunded paradise, @gravesidevariety) to the $5 folks! I’m reading and responding to comments over there all night and tomorrow. Come say hi.
If you’re looking for something to enrage and inspire you, I suggest checking it out. Main takeaway of the talk? Women need to tell more stories if we are going to change the plot of this effed up world.
Link in stories or check your inboxes. I’m so grateful to my patrons. Always. But especially lately.
This is great stuff to be able to FUND.
Reminder! Upcoming tour dates with the @dresdendolls:
June 7 & 8 – @uniontransfer – PHILADELPHIA, PA
June 14 (SOLD OUT!!) & 15 – @930club – WASHINGTON DC
October 26 (SOLD OUT!!) & 27 – @bearsvilletheater – WOODSTOCK, NY
On sale now at DresdenDolls.com
November dates coming soon. Make sure you’re on the band mailing list. 🙂
You and me have some shit to do tomorrow nighty night 🎹🕯️
This is the new poem (swipe) by Andrew Whalen that I read on the live this morning for those who want. Love the birds. Love the space. Hold steady, my friends. 🐥🌊🐥
This is the new poem (swipe) by Andrew Whalen that I read on the live this morning for those who want. Love the birds. Love the space. Hold steady, my friends. 🐥🌊🐥
MEMOIR OF THE YEAR: “Splinters”
Leslie Jamison’s writing is so honest it should be illegal.
It is rare that I look forward so much to reading a book and am not only NOT disappointed, but floored by how brutally good it is.
Bestseller Leslie Jamison came across my radar in 2018, when “The Recovering” caught my eye. I was prepping “There Will Be No Intermission”, my own brutal memoir of an album.
I was totally riveted by her writing voice. So poetic, so mundane, so radically honest. I felt like she’d invited me into the most private, dirty underwear drawer of her heart. In “The Recovering” she tangles with her eating disorder history, a drinking problem, her twisted relationship patterns…and much like “Eat Pray Love” (FIE!!, it’s a classic), she winds up at the end with a nice guy. Yay Happy End! Her life is nice and sober and good!
BUT WAIT. Six years later, we get part two.
After reading “The Recovering” I tracked her down (easy, she lives in NYC). We managed to have a dinner together. She looked like she was in a state of shock. She’d just had a baby, and her marriage was collapsing.
Turns out she WAS in a state of shock. Shortly after the book went huge, she gave birth to her first kid, and within months, she left Mr. Babydaddy. She was drowning in the thick of breastfeeding an infant while divorcing a patner AND while promoting her book on the road and…BOOM. Covid hits. She was locked alone in a room with a baby, a broken marriage, and no lifejacket.
Splinters is her record of what it feels like when EVERYTHING breaks and you’re holding a kid in your arms.
I’ve never felt SO SEEN by a book. Entire passages – her attempts to co-parent with compassion, her struggle with ego, her mash of love affairs (including a hilarious one with a touring musician referred to only as “The Tumbleweed”) – might has well have been cut-and-pasted from my life. She’s a master dot-connector; the swirl of art, conversations and news ALL go in the soup.
Leslie and I will be in conversation June 1st @gravesidevariety in collab with the @goldennotebookbookstore (there’s 20 tickets left!); I’ll be filming/transcribing for patrons only, so join.
📸 @markostow
MEMOIR OF THE YEAR: “Splinters”
Leslie Jamison’s writing is so honest it should be illegal.
It is rare that I look forward so much to reading a book and am not only NOT disappointed, but floored by how brutally good it is.
Bestseller Leslie Jamison came across my radar in 2018, when “The Recovering” caught my eye. I was prepping “There Will Be No Intermission”, my own brutal memoir of an album.
I was totally riveted by her writing voice. So poetic, so mundane, so radically honest. I felt like she’d invited me into the most private, dirty underwear drawer of her heart. In “The Recovering” she tangles with her eating disorder history, a drinking problem, her twisted relationship patterns…and much like “Eat Pray Love” (FIE!!, it’s a classic), she winds up at the end with a nice guy. Yay Happy End! Her life is nice and sober and good!
BUT WAIT. Six years later, we get part two.
After reading “The Recovering” I tracked her down (easy, she lives in NYC). We managed to have a dinner together. She looked like she was in a state of shock. She’d just had a baby, and her marriage was collapsing.
Turns out she WAS in a state of shock. Shortly after the book went huge, she gave birth to her first kid, and within months, she left Mr. Babydaddy. She was drowning in the thick of breastfeeding an infant while divorcing a patner AND while promoting her book on the road and…BOOM. Covid hits. She was locked alone in a room with a baby, a broken marriage, and no lifejacket.
Splinters is her record of what it feels like when EVERYTHING breaks and you’re holding a kid in your arms.
I’ve never felt SO SEEN by a book. Entire passages – her attempts to co-parent with compassion, her struggle with ego, her mash of love affairs (including a hilarious one with a touring musician referred to only as “The Tumbleweed”) – might has well have been cut-and-pasted from my life. She’s a master dot-connector; the swirl of art, conversations and news ALL go in the soup.
Leslie and I will be in conversation June 1st @gravesidevariety in collab with the @goldennotebookbookstore (there’s 20 tickets left!); I’ll be filming/transcribing for patrons only, so join.
📸 @markostow
MEMOIR OF THE YEAR: “Splinters”
Leslie Jamison’s writing is so honest it should be illegal.
It is rare that I look forward so much to reading a book and am not only NOT disappointed, but floored by how brutally good it is.
Bestseller Leslie Jamison came across my radar in 2018, when “The Recovering” caught my eye. I was prepping “There Will Be No Intermission”, my own brutal memoir of an album.
I was totally riveted by her writing voice. So poetic, so mundane, so radically honest. I felt like she’d invited me into the most private, dirty underwear drawer of her heart. In “The Recovering” she tangles with her eating disorder history, a drinking problem, her twisted relationship patterns…and much like “Eat Pray Love” (FIE!!, it’s a classic), she winds up at the end with a nice guy. Yay Happy End! Her life is nice and sober and good!
BUT WAIT. Six years later, we get part two.
After reading “The Recovering” I tracked her down (easy, she lives in NYC). We managed to have a dinner together. She looked like she was in a state of shock. She’d just had a baby, and her marriage was collapsing.
Turns out she WAS in a state of shock. Shortly after the book went huge, she gave birth to her first kid, and within months, she left Mr. Babydaddy. She was drowning in the thick of breastfeeding an infant while divorcing a patner AND while promoting her book on the road and…BOOM. Covid hits. She was locked alone in a room with a baby, a broken marriage, and no lifejacket.
Splinters is her record of what it feels like when EVERYTHING breaks and you’re holding a kid in your arms.
I’ve never felt SO SEEN by a book. Entire passages – her attempts to co-parent with compassion, her struggle with ego, her mash of love affairs (including a hilarious one with a touring musician referred to only as “The Tumbleweed”) – might has well have been cut-and-pasted from my life. She’s a master dot-connector; the swirl of art, conversations and news ALL go in the soup.
Leslie and I will be in conversation June 1st @gravesidevariety in collab with the @goldennotebookbookstore (there’s 20 tickets left!); I’ll be filming/transcribing for patrons only, so join.
📸 @markostow
