Over four years ago I started writing this music blog as a creative writing outlet for all the musical adventures I was breathlessly pursuing during my wild 20s in the irreverent Lower Haight. But last year I reached the third floor, settled into a one bedroom in Bernal, and the pull of discontent, the weight of responsibility that had drifted in and out of my psyche related to this project, fell upon me like broken e-scooter. I started and stopped half a dozen posts…feeling swept away by the self imposed perfection of this project – scrutinizing details and spending hours researching bands in order to craft a level of narrative that no one expected of me, but I had created for myself. I was paralyzed by a threshold of expectation that was in one way totally unrealistic and silly and was also something I had once done well, and so I felt a historical attachment and reverence for. So I didn’t finish those posts, and didn’t publish much. I continued going to shows, creating new music playlists, sharing songs with community and gathering great joy from those interactions. But the medium for which to catalyze those discussions and events had grown stale and burdensome. It was time to shake it up.

When I had the option to renew my WordPress subscription in January I signed up for another year, unsure of exactly what this project could or should or would be in 2019. A year where the excitement and energy of new jobs and homes and romance and exercise and sleep and anything with clear deadlines and less vulnerability took priority over my “creative outlets”. But as I de-prioritized this project, what did not change was my total and completely intoxicating love affair with music – it’s therapeutic ability to enhance the most magical moments and it’s ability to soften the harsher realities. And I knew what would never change, would be my zeal for live music (and my hope that you’ll join me in the front row), and of course my curiosity for new sounds to sweep me away.

Tonight is the Libra Full (Super) Moon, bestowing our planet with celestial balance and powerful gravitational force as she sways our moods and minds. Today is also the Spring Equinox, a celebration of new life and planting seeds, a time to reflect on old habits and reminder to leave those behind which do not serve you. Today, on this day of super equinox moon vibes I’ve done something radical – written a note of heartfelt contemplation without hope or agenda that it will get read or considered (a. it’s long as fuck b. less pressure to edit, filter, create a product to the level of expectation that has paralyzed me in the past). I think this blog can still serve a valuable place in my creative heart. But perhaps a more paired down version that focuses on more music and stream of consciousness; less on research and well written narratives (as I explore creative writing in different avenues).

Tonight, for example, if this medium existed, I would tell you that I love the moon and her superpowers most of all. So much so that I wrote her a playlist, first inspired by the exquisite reflection she shone upon Dublin last month as I paced the Docklands on a frigid clear evening.

If this project was indeed that freeform , I would also tell you, for example, that my music tastes have wandered and wondered around a lot this year. And that if you were hungry for a morsel of this sweet new music marzipan you wouldn’t have to travel very far indeed. I would tell you that sometimes we meet those whom we’re meant to know at exactly the right time, even if it’s not for a long time at first, and that the same goes for songs that slip into our life through an auditory Meet Cute.

And, if this were the new way of writing, that I might be toying with, I might end it by saying that I hope you embrace my soundtrack for moon reverie and find some favorites along the by and by. But also, if you don’t, that’s fine too. Do what you will, the moon doesn’t care and so neither shall I. And lastly, if you yearn for the real thing, not that ironic, sepia toned recorded sound wave pulsing out of your speakers, then please join me on the sticky concert floor where we’ll shake our hair and sip IPAs and dream of touring ourselves and perhaps running away.

April 22nd: Rosalia, Regency Ballroom SF

August 16th: Avett Brothers, Lake Street Dive, Greek Theatre Berkeley

Nov. 6-9: Iceland Airwaves , Reykjavik

I don’t really know where this project is going, but you probably knew that by now. What I do know is that my life will always be sparked with the delights of music discovery, admiration and attendance. So perhaps you’d like to continue along the way to see what’s next for this project. It might get weird, it will definitely get woo woo, but above all else – it will always sound great.

Musically Moonfully Yours, K