Today is Wednesday April 22
Last Saturday we played the last show of our truncated April tour. It happened to take place very close to where my sister and her husband live which was quite fortuitous as we were able to spend the day on Sunday with them, and other family (some present, some on screen). It was the perfect energy to be in before embarking on this strange and unexpected journey.
On Monday I had an MRI. I've never had one before. It was so futuristic, like something from Star Trek, and SO noisy! Lying still for 25 minutes wasn't a big deal (I've sat still for hours in meditation) but the sound… eventhough they gave me earglugs, the intermittent clanking, the loud and brain penetrating electronic sounds were overwhelming and triggered my claustrophobia. It's not triggered by confined spaces but by sound like country music and zydeco and apparently MRIs.
(I just googled -feeling of confinement caused by sound- and it's actually called Misophobia, had no idea it had its own name).
I complained that it sounded like bad electronic music without a proper beat but that fell on deaf ears, so to speak, and they were not amused… so much for trying to bring levity.
Yesterday we made an announcement to explain what was happening and why we had to cancel our Spring and Summer shows. Scott launched a gofundme campaign to help with living expenses (music/art is our only source of income). The immediate outpouring of support was staggering. I'm trying to wrap my head around all of this love and kindness being showered on us. Scott and I are workhorses that's why we are so DIY. It feels strange to receive such support without providing music/merch/art in exchange. How to let it in, how to feel deserving… many have posted that we have given so much over the years that it's now our turn to receive. I'm going to open myself to that… but how do I balance the ‘keeping a stiff upper lip’ with allowing in all this love and kindness? I think it will be a trove of good energy from which I will be able to draw for strength and courage along this crazy journey.
Today I'm going in for a PetScan, I have yet to look up what that stands for. I'm just hoping it's quieter than the MRI and less time. (Incidentally, when I first came to America I thought it was hilarious that people use the word ‘pet’ for stroking a cat or dog. In French ‘pet’ means fart!) Apparently I will be receiving ‘contrast’ and will have to sit for quite a while for it to disseminate throughout my body before I get the actual scan. I'll have to bring some sewing or a book. Scott will be bringing his computer to work on editing the video for the World Goth Day online event. Ha! in other words, we'll be working… unless I choose the book option.
That's my update for now. The photo above is from Saturday night outside the Lafayette Bar where we played the Coven event, which was fantastic. Between that and the Pittsburgh show Friday night and family time on Sunday, it was a perfect weekend.
Thank you for reading. I am hoping to do some video updates as well here and there once we get ourselves situated and acclimated to this new reality.
'till next time
Au Revoir et merci
Frenchy
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