Anniversaries, eggs, etc
Hello, my love. Today is a big day. A big! Day!
I’m currently in Copenhagen, which means that we have hit one year of taalitalk.
52 taali talks! Every Sunday for a whole ass year!
I have made zero pies and have had zero time to celebrate. We’ve played to a different sold out crowd in a different city every night since Friday. We were so busy today that I didn’t even get to see this perfect city.
I’m not complaining in the slightest, as we all know life is just that way sometimes. I thought I would write a big excited post with many thank yous and profundities for this occasion.
That’s not the case, and it’s completely fine. It’s 8:35 now. We go on in 15 minutes. Big Yuki is opening this very second. I can hear his beautiful solo music from the green room. He’s interpreting Afro Blue. He is so the fuck good at piano.
I’m also opening for two shows on this run, Belgium and Amsterdam. We’ll see if Amsterdam still happens with new corona regulations (life is fun!), but either way, it’ll be the first time anyone hears this new music you and I have been discussing for 52 weeks. I am excited slash terrified.
Rather than focus on said terror I would like to call attention to what’s truly worthy of the mere minutes I have left to write, which is that in Ravensburg, Germany, the hotel breakfast included the below eggs.
I had and have so many questions about these eggs. What genius decided to draw their faces?! And did he/she/they also knit their little hats?!
Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain is my favorite movie. Has been since it came out when I was in high school. It holds this status for a lot of reasons, but likely the main one is that it centers and features the beautiful, color saturated and intricate worlds behind what many would write off as simply ordinary.
(which isn’t a thing.)
Ordinary doesn’t exist. I have found this to be true 999 times out of 1,000. The quietest person in any room is always the most fascinating. They hold universes inside them. And maybe, just maybe, they draw different animated faces on eggs and knit them each individual little hats without taking credit for their absolute brilliance.
That’s the thought that’s been sitting with me in the few moments I’ve had this week.
I am thinking of you, my dearest extraordinary/ordinary love, as I finish typing and get ready to head out on stage in Copenhagen. We’ll celebrate next week. For now please now I really really adore you. Thanks for being with me for 365 whole days.
With infinite love,