Got back from my mini-tour of the Northeast late last night. I feel like I was gone a year; psychically, I was. Going back to the sites of my past — Providence, New York — to read a book that’s half about memories: An emotional odyssey indeed.
That WNYC gig was definitely a trip highlight. Mostly, it was all about seeing old friends, including my oldest — childhood friend Jon Gold and his new wife — and people I haven’t had physical or even aural contact with in more than a decade: zine buddy Dave in Providence, sister Riot Grrrl Silver in New York. Lots of hangs, catching up. One thing Mamarama has done for me: Helped make my life of sometimes relocation and dislocation whole again.