little talk, mostly rock.

Short thoughts on this one. I’d say it’s a fake pee break’s worth.

Thank you to all y’all who came to the show on 6/10! Lot’s of new faces there, trying to figure out if the name of that piece was veal or hvil. Barely Bros was bopping, contemplating, and, in general, just good vibing. That’s the point, people.

Actually, now that I’m typing, I don’t think I have much to say. There is a lot of violence in the world, as you know, a lot of soul illness. And it’s got me, a soul-worker, feeling like this shit don’t matter much. But indeed it do matter. In fact, as one of the pieces I’m singing on 6/18 puts it: “Space is noise. Matter is music.”

There, that’s the nice thought. Space -the void, the echo chamber- is scary to us humans. We shout to fill it, our messages getting tangled up with all the others, and we generally get really uncomfortable when tasked with turning our yelling into whispers. Into silence. See, noise bolsters, but silence is vulnerable.

I’m talking the tender touch of a friend, the deep sigh shared between partners, the return of the (SUPPORTIVE) parent/child relationship. It takes physical time to recognize that while the throat is fatigued, the body crumpled, the ear and the eye remain fresh. Hear truth, see truth, then speak it. It’ll come out melodious.

Yeah, it takes time, but maybe 90 minutes of matter (music) will cover it? Bring a friend/lover/family/enemy to a show and find out for yrself. Because what do I know?

Love, Justin (and get tix, it builds anticipation and a better show)