Sunday October 4th 2015
It’s been a pretty relaxing few days (despite me being sick), but today and yesterday were nightmarish.
Yesterday, we got a message from the friend we were going to move in with on Monday. He said we can no longer stay there because his roommate had suddenly changed his mind. It practically made Thoth faint when I told him. I frantically started posting on Facebook and calling the people who had offered us places when we first needed it. We were contacted about another place to rent, but this guy changed his mind, too. I never should have posted all that drama on my blog.
Thoth and I took a walk to see the bridge. It was a beautiful day, but our minds, hearts and stomachs were turning over with fear. Being near the water calmed us for a while. Once we went to find food, I started crying. I felt so immensely alone and with nowhere to turn. I was wondering if I would get to the point of crying eventually. I knew that would happen if all the places we could have lived in fell through, and they did. People can be so insensitive and uncaring! We are always at the mercy of strangers perceptions of us, but now more than ever. It also broke my heart what a beautiful day it was and we weren’t prayforming! I’m feeling much better (health wise), but I’m still not well enough to sing.
Thankfully another dear friend is going to pick us up tomorrow and take us to her friends place for a few weeks. At least it’s something, but we still need a place until December 1st. I guess you can say we know who our true friends are now, but I also know how hurtful people can be.
I’ve learned some hard lessons the past few days. I wonder if I should write about such personal things on my blog. I want to write about everything, however, I know that people who don’t like me (or hate me) can try to use things I say against me. It’s horrible, but it’s true. I shouldn’t have to be afraid to write openly about my perspective of difficult personal situations, but I have to protect myself. I’m naturally a very over sharing person, but I never knew that might hurt us. A stranger can read the same thing our friends or fans read and make immensely negative, hurtful judgments about us. People do that every day, all the time. I can’t control it. I can only be myself. I have no intention hurt anyone. We do something that is unusual. I have confidence and pride in it. We don’t give up. We are successful, independent artists. People will hate us for that. The more successful you are, the more people can hate you.
All we want to do is do our art and have a safe place to live. We’ve worked very hard for a long time to establish ourselves as trustworthy, considerate, kind and good people, which we are. I know we are good people and I know people love and care about us, but this time is definitely very trying. Keep us in your thoughts please. We will survive. I don’t how I’d get through this without my beautiful husband.
Saturday September 12th 2015
Today was so hard. The past few days have been hard. Our ride to the park is long, too long for my taste. It gives me a lot of time to think about the current state of our lives. We feel very alone right now. We had this incredible time in Martha’s Vineyard debuting our opera, but that’s over now, and there wasn’t anything said about continuing it in the future. We filmed a beautiful movie last year, but we don’t even know what’s happening with it. People are always asking us about it and I don’t know what to tell them. It makes me sad. We have changed, our music has expanded, but our lives have not. We still rely on public performance to make a living, and that is so scary and difficult. The tunnel feels like a lost cause to us. It has a lot of dark energy in it. Adjust to New York is music harder this year. It feels like we have nothing to look forward to. We always have to work to bring the light energy back. Last year at this time we had a lot of exciting projects planned. A new album, an opera commission and a new film. All of them had promise, but now we’re back to where we started. When will things really take off for us? I want us to be touring our opera with a crew and a manager!
I was feeling so sad I started crying on the subway. “We were so happy in Martha’s Vineyard, but we’re not now.” Thoth said. “Why can’t we always be happy?” I cried. We got to the tunnel and just as I was feeling so shitty, we saw tents set up around the Bandshell. “That means the Afrobats are downstairs. Fuck!” I said and started crying more.”It’s like the world is saying ‘Give up,. Just give up.'” Of course they were downstairs, and Miriam was singing the same old songs out of tune as usual. “I’m so sick of it.” I said. “In mythology it’s the final task that is the most difficult, then something extraordinary happens.” Thoth said. This is my “I am so fucking over it” face. Thankfully the Afrobats and Miriam left when we were about to start. When we have quiet and space to prayform, everything is fine. We almost got through the first half of the opera and the Afrobats came back. Three people who were in a group bought both of our CDs and said they’d come to see us. Carlos showed up, too. He’s a big fan. We decided to play another piece when a man whispered in my ear, “We have a wedding here.” “Can you give me a moment until we’re finished?” I said. Just as we completed the song, all the wedding party had arrived and the best man told us the bride would be walking through the tunnel in a few minutes. “How long are you going to be?” I asked. “It’ll be quick. Maybe 10 minutes.” he said. “Do we have to move our stuff?” I asked. “Yes. I’m sorry.” he said. “Is there a problem?” the groom said a little forcefully. “No, they’re just about to move their things.” the best man said. I’m always surprised they don’t offer us something in compensation. Just as we’d pulled our things to the side, our friend Kim and her new baby arrived to see us. Sadly we were not able to perform anymore as the wedding went until our end time. Carlos bought our new CD and thanked us for our music. He was watching us despite the Afrobat’s racket in the background. I peeked around the corner to see if Marcella had arrived, and she had. Thoth went to say hello to her. “She showed me the pictures of the injuries she got from Miriam. You should see.”” Thoth said when he came back. I went over and gave her a hug and she showed me the pictures. I couldn’t believe it! “I’ve missed having you both here. You’re not just performers, you’re artist who really care about your art, and about others.” she said. “I’m grateful to hear that.” I said and hugged her. Despite everything, some people truly know who we are and the good we do for others.
I’m thankful at least for our hour of singing.
Jadelyn made us soup at home. “You have more energy than most people. You go out and perform 5 days a week!” she said.