Exhausted, but content. Just finished moving into a new house, so every muscle hurts. I woke up early to catch up on work, and I’m surrounded by boxes, lit by the glow of a rather lovely sunrise.
Patience? Moderation? Gosh, it’s tempting to just list qualities that I don’t have in spades.
Life isn’t fair, and I’m very lucky.
It took me a very long time to figure this one out. If you’d asked me five years ago, I probably would have answered “the quality of being an exact carbon copy of myself.” Now I am most grateful to have a partner who balances the scales and smoothes my roughest edges. And, of course, can make me laugh.
I did a tour with Wye Oak in Asia, and our guide in Shanghai took us to a Yunnan restaurant that I unfortunately never learned the name of. It blew my fucking head off. I cried afterwards, I was so happy.
I’m not a ‘stuff’ person, and I tend to get rid of things very easily—I move around a lot, and material possessions, more often than not, feel like a burden to me. Honestly, right now I’m looking around my house, trying to find something that sounds appropriately romantic, and coming up short. There are lots of things I like, of course, but nothing that feels completely irreplaceable. As boring as it sounds, I think I’d have to say my minivan—it's probably the one thing I couldn’t live without. I’ve driven it in circles around North America so many times. I suspect that my sense of peace depends heavily upon knowing that I could jump in at any moment and take myself somewhere else.
One of my recurring anxiety dreams, in which I’m playing a show and there’s a huge crowd waiting but I can’t ever seem to finish setting up my gear. (So boring, I know. I wish I had cool dreams.)
Alas, I really wish you hadn’t made me read my Wikipedia page! The closest thing to a lie I found there is that it implies that I finished college, which I most certainly did not. (Let’s see how long it takes for someone to edit that in.)
Trust yourself, and stop worrying about trying to please everybody. Also, take that hat off. It’s dumb.
I have an answer to this, but it’s far too personal. So instead I’ll say—I’d like to apologize to you, dear invisible interviewer, for fully dodging this question.