Once again, Ms. Apple perfectly captures all my feels. Has anyone seen my bolt cutters? Fiona Apple and I are the same age, and ever since I was 16, she has been dutifully putting every angsty, existential, dreamy, angry, floaty, rage-filled emotion I’ve ever had into songs. Now, you may be asking, ‘whyever would you be feeling so existential, so angry, so….feel-y these days, you grown-ass woman?’ JK. I know you know why. The whole world is feeling it, the uncertainty, the anxiety, the fog of grief over things large and small, the restless energy begging for focus or at least an outlet. So here I am, indulging in one of many attempts to focus my energy toward productivity and away from snacks…so many snacks.
Jess and I have taken a lengthy break from the podcast game, so let’s call this the start of season two, shall we? As go so many side gigs, what was once a fun outlet and an excuse to spend an hour or two together became another appointment on an already packed calendar. Pre-pandemic, most of our conversations occurred via Marco Polo whenever either of us had a free minute. These days Marco Polo remains our go-to, but we seem to have quite a few extra “free” minutes and as I discussed above, quite a few extra feelings as well.
This first episode of season two, we want to focus on the things that are giving us life right now, the metaphorical bolt cutters. I don’t want to put lipstick on a pig, and I’ve never much appreciated “bright side” talk, so let me say this as directly as I can: this pandemic is devastating and that devastation is coming at all of us from seemingly infinite angles. There is no way to put lipstick on this pig. BUT. There are some things bringing me joy, and I want to tell you about them. There are some things bringing Jess joy, and I want to hear about them. Hey, maybe some of these things will bring you joy too.
More importantly, and I guess above all, I wanted to send love into the universe. So if you’re reading this, take some love for yourself. Remember that this too shall pass. Let’s walk each other home with all of the grace we can muster.
S and J