wedding daze

It is late and that's cool.
My eyes are flaming with hope and it's so dark out I can't see my hands in front of my face.
I took a picture of me by the wall and it held me. The muted colors of the kitchen held me and I became a flower.
I swear I'm not tripping. I'm just tired and at this point inside words become outside words and I put them in the box and go to bed.
Yikes.
L
p.s. The kitchen is backwards.
p.p.s. I'm fine.

New Breath

I want to read "Golden Apples of the Sun" by Ray Bradbury, go for one week without spending money, cook at home all the time, learn about food and culture, learn about gardening and finding food, and record an Islinds album. There.
L

Boyz

Well, it's fall-time again, and you know what that means; nostalgia!
Suddenly I've got everyone I've ever known on my mind at the same time, it's incredible. I think others are feeling the same, I've been getting some emails from long-lost boyfriends. It's good to remember each other occasionally.

Everything is going really great at the Lake cabin on Whidbey Island. We have 8 new songs! One of them is "Gravel" which I wrote in a Swedish cabin on our tour. They're all sounding great, we're recording a few tonight for compilations and such.

I never knew how easy it is to make Pho. It's cheap and good for the body. Markly made some tonight and it was darn good.

Tour is nearing, and there is only one week of work left for me before I go. I can't believe it. When I come back, I won't have a solid schedule at work, for the first time in a long time. I can't wait. More freedom!

I miss my hair.
Love,
I

vacation

The rest of the band is here! We hung out in Golda's hot tub last night, smoking the ganj and talking tour. I think we should always discuss band-related topics in a hot tub while smoking weed, there were no squabbles at all. We all wore robes around the cabin the rest of the night. Except Andrew, who wore a girl's nightgown and played some soothing bass jams. I was up in the loft feeling like a little kid without a care in the world. I laid there staring at the ceiling and just smiling all the way to sleep.

L

Ashley and Eli's house

I'm over at Ashley and Eli's house on Whidbey Island. They live in a cabin on Eli's parents' property, it's very nice. Ashley's upstairs fixing up our lofts for sleeping, and Eli just spent a bunch of time picking chantrelle mushrooms for dinner. The tap water is from a well, and it tastes like iron, which is weirdly appealing to me.
I'm so impressed by this living environment that Ash and Eli have created for themselves. It's quiet, warm, and homey. There is a great music room and their bed is incredible. I have to admit it makes me sort of envious. It reminds me that I want this for myself at some point.
The property reminds me of Grandma and Grandpa Bolthouse's land in Michigan. I feel infinitely safe and taken care of here. I'd like to spend some time here this winter when they go to California. Maybe alone, or with a buddy. Probably alone would be better because I could work on music and chill out. There'd be nothing better than getting away from my usual exhausting lifestyle in order to give myself a break. I don't know if I've had a significant break from my lifestyle...ever? I don't even know if my current lifestyle is appealing to me anymore, and I doubt that it's particularly good for me. I guess I'm in a time of reevaluation. The coffee job isn't treating my body too well, and I have about a million interests I've been meaning to pursue, without time or energy for doing so.
Part of me wonders, too, if I should take them up on their offer to live here for a few months this winter. It's tempting, but it's scary to think of giving up everything I've done in Portland. I have a good home and friends and everything. This town is small, and it's possible I would get bored. I have to consider that. The other possibility is that I would be the opposite of bored, like maybe my creative inspiration would completely take hold of me and I would become the person I've been dreaming of for years. Maybe I'd open myself up further than I ever thought I could.
I have some more thinking to do.
L

Winter List

Wintertime:
1. Slippers
2. Soups
3. Therapy
4. Sauna

New Times

Recent events:
1. I cut off my hair.
2. I got my first "I Saw U" in the Portland Mercury.
3. I'm playing my first solo show in less than a week at Valentine's. Tuesday night.
4. I found someone to have a really good crush on.
Love,
Linzzz

Real times

Raged it last night at the Old Time Relijun show in the big room at the K warehouse. Got sweaty, poured bottles of water over my head. What a time! Then we raged it at the Royal where I drank plenty of tequila and got along real well with everyone on the dance floor. What a strange and unexpected utopia, that bar! Jocks, squares, hippies, lesbians, gays, trannies, metals, bros, chicks in heels, suburbanites, moms, dads, and everyone in between just having a time, getting so into it. I danced on the dj stage next to the two hottest DJs in the Northwest, Rachel Brady and Heather Dunn (who gave me an awesome shoutout over the mic).
Real strong feminine force there last night. We ladies ran the show.
Now what do I do with my day? Should I ride a bike to the rainforest and throw rocks in the river and think about my life? That sounds nice. Or maybe I will go to K and record with Ian Svenonius' and Calvin's new project. Play the hell out of a tambo or something.
I heard that if you keep a positive thought about something you want out of life in your head for 17 seconds without any negative or doubtful thoughts creeping in, it is more likely to happen for you. Let's all try it and see what happens.
L

women's wizdome

I have to recommend that everyone, men included, read the book "Women's Bodies, Women's Wisdom". I've been reading it nonstop for days and it's really insightful.

Wavism

Waves. Waves of incapacitating and crushing power. My chest is heavy under the pressure of things. It seems there are a lot of things these days. What am I really doing? Am I making it happen or merely succumbing to the waves of the world? Am I an intentional and ambitious person? And why oh why do I torture myself with torturous notions? I get these ideas about the way things are, like about, well...things. I get jealous and it becomes too much. Feelings of inadequacy plague me and haunt my days. Sometimes it's really there all the way, like now. Sometimes it takes the back seat. When will I learn to take care of myself the best way possible? I am feeling obsessive and not really liking it. I think I seriously need to cut back on coffee. That's one thing. I'll take a walk.
I think I need a Tricky album.
IsLinds

Getting it out

Today was another day at work. I have never had Labor Day off ever and my stomach hurts, but I'm fine.
God, what'm I going to do today? I kind of feel like reading in the park or doing music in the basement, but what will most likely happen is I will freak out about stuff I have to get done, and then not do any of it. I've been having some floating anxiety lately. Is that a real term, "floating anxiety"? I think I've heard it before.

Man, I should've just skipped the gravy at breakfast.

Where does a person go to get decent clothes anymore? I went to American Apparel and Urban Outfitters yesterday, expending a great deal of energy, to find only a small gray t-shirt. I ought to make the majority of my clothing. That's what I ought to be doing.
I ought to.
Think I'll take a nap. Someone call me, please, so I can complain with my vocal chords.
L

Two things

It all comes down to these two things:
1. Patience
2. Exercise

jamwich

We played at Helsing Junction Farm last weekend. It was our third year playing, although this was our first year since we signed with K records. It was hot hot hot and a good time. Made some nice new friends.

Weeding out the trips

I made a friend at Bohus Fästning, he took this picture of me when I wasn't looking. We played with Will Oldham, a very memorable occasion indeed.
Here's what it looks like from the outside:

This has been the best summer of my life I think.

Feel free, please

This is a picture of me and a tame ass deer who hung out with us in the river all day at Helsing Junction Sleepover.

My hair is in a double french braid and there's a loud bass melody exuding from an amp. I'm recording with non-Lake buddies in Whitefish, Montana at a studio called Snow Ghost. This house is fucking incredible. A real bro-down-log-lodge vibe. Bachelor pad times a million. Stone fireplaces, more than one wet bar, giant windows displaying a view of mountains and valleys.
So high on coffee right now. They have some here and it's given me the speedy hands to type with, my dears.
Forgot to bring socks, and it's cold.
Yesterday Lake got a review in Pitchfork. Very rad.

Before I left on this trip I started working on a secret jam cave in a certain cavey area of my house. Everytime I think of it I get a special feeling in my colon, know what I mean? What I mean is, it makes me have to poop. Like, in a good way. The best way. The way where you know your soul is being deeply satisfied by something in your life, and your body just relaxes, reaches over and pushes that colon button. Have I said too much?

In case you're wondering when I'm going to put on a solo show, let me say that I am working on it. I am getting closer and closer. Yes, I can almost feel the terror of performing my songs live in front of literally tens of people at Valentine's. I can nearly feel my throat closing off, the inability to swallow my own saliva, the stuttering...oh the stuttering. Can't wait.

We've been eating a lot of pb & j here. Too much. And the boyz bought white bread, can you believe?

This is more like vacay than work. I'm just surfing the web like craze, working out with the yoga ball, smoking the ganj, eating gwapes.

Nothing is weird,
L