The Family Wash, being blocks from my estate, has become for me a place of solace.  A laundry facility – turned music venue, it is a place where I am often inclined to test my material – to ‘come clean’, if you will – absolving my-self of a persistent sense of duty to broadcast those epiphanies which have come to me from the enigmatic now-here.  Creation is a cycle.  I fully believe that if I do not share my gifts – those things which make me joyful – I am blocking a flow, and hindering future creative ideas.  It is an economy of creativity.  Inspiration is a currency which must circulate, and so I must spend freely, and with faith that more is on its way. 

Tuesday evening I claimed the stage for a half-hour, presenting an abbreviated set of music with only the aetherial half of the New Transcendentalists – no rhythm section.  It is interesting to me how variations in accompaniment can transform the quintessence of a repertoire of music.  This set felt very mellow and spacey, lacking in an energy created by rhythmic pulse, yet revealing nuances of feeling which otherwise might not be prevalent.  All one can do in such a moment is to let go of any presuppositions of what should-be and surrender to what-is.  In doing so, I found great reward in the passages of this mild-tempered set of music, and I trust that the audience did as well. 

As our album release is a mere couple of months away, it has become apparent to me that I need to schedule some appearances surrounding that event.  Perhaps a Fall Tour is in order!  Already, I have begun to coordinate with various personages to facilitate future bookings, and have met with flattering receptivity thus-far.  However, if any among you are inspired to recommend a venue befitting our aesthetic or another act with whom we might clique, I would be delighted hear from you!

With Gratitude,
Mr. Hazelwood