Singer Nerd is not coping well with being trapped at home alone. #thanksrona
Since we’re all in the same apocalyptic boat and most of this doesn’t need explaining, I’ll keep this one relatively brief and just hit you with some personal and local highlights:
March 3: Tornado whomps the shit out of Nashville. Our home is spared, but there is devastation that defies description or comprehension all around our neighborhood, town and community. We scramble and check in and cry and rally and help and cry some more and clean up and oh my god this is gonna take awhile….
March 12: Happy Birthday, Kira! Your spring tour with Lynda Carter (along with everyone else’s spring everything) is cancelled! Have some cake…and perhaps some low back pain.
March 13: Sweet hubby Glen leaves town to take care of some family business. Drive safe, boo. Wash your hands.
March 14: Kira starts to realize this virus thing is scary and maybe that whole stay at home and away from other humans thing is more than just an “on the safe side” idea, it’s actually the only shot the safe side has to continue existing.
March 15-present: Kira holes up at home with cats, a jacked-up back and a well-stocked bar. Shit begins to get weird.
And, well, you guys know the rest cuz you’re living it too. These are some CRAZY DAMNASS TIMES we’re in. Hopefully you haven’t had to resort to wearing lampshades… but if you have - honey, I SEE YOU.
This one has lots of pops and cracks and clunks….I figured I’d have to sacrifice some audio quality for the sake of artistic expression (aka CRAYCRAY). Worth it, I says. So yeah - it’s noisy - kinda like my head these days. Feel me?? Yeah I figured you did.
Hang in there, everybody. We gon’ be alright. Just don’t touch anything….
Singer Nerd out.