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Judy Maroon says Hi turned 6 today!
Friends, Scott Klopfenstein’s health is in trouble and he needs massive community support to … Jesse Heid needs your support for Help Scott
I interviewed Scott Klopfenstein earlier this year and it was definitely a highlight for me. He was so kind and generous with his time, and so open with me. It really was a dream.
He mentioned his Lyme diagnosis then and spoke to me about his medicinal regime. I hadn’t realized the cost of it then. Not just the actual dollar amount, but the pain he was in as well. He did a great job of not letting on how much help he needed.
But he’s asking for help now, and we should absolutely help him. He deserves to have his life back, and to move on from chronic illness. If you’ve ever seen him perform in any of the bands he’s been a part of, then you know what a powerhouse of talent he is.
His GoFundMe is about halfway to its goal. If the end result is Scott back to being himself 100%, then we need to help him reach that goal. Please consider sharing or donating.
One of my students drew this gorgeous picture of Ganesha the other day. I told her I hadn’t realized she was Hindu and that it was a really lovely drawing.
She told me she wasn’t Hindu, she really only worshipped Ganesha. I told her again I thought the drawing was great, and was ready to move on when she added that she’s made up a few gods of her own as well. That she has friends who have even started to worship those, too.
Not even thinking, I said, “ooh starting a cult! I like it.” And walked away.
Always be supportive, right?
This song was inspired by 8 year old Thomas through the Sing Me a Story Foundation. Check it out if you love Pokemon, chicken nuggets, or burning Chick-Fil-A restaurants to the ground.
Donate to Bridges of Hope to help kids like Thomas out! https://singmeastory.org/stories/pokemon?song=1790
Fear and Inevitability
The polite response. The infantalization of my feelings. The fear spiral into a crescendo until the abrupt gasp of reassurance— sanity sustaining reassurance.
It’s an instinctive response to sympathetic vibrations.
“I did what my body told me.”
The universe is a perpetual motion machine: we’re living out the consequences of so many millions of years of causes. All of it spiraling us toward the role we were always going to play.
Manifestation is merely the acceptance of what the universe has in mind for you.
I wanted to jump down that rabbit hole of inevitability but I fell instead.
“It’s the wrong feeling for the wrong person,” Fear taunts. Fear is a bully.
But life doesn’t include a rough draft— it is only ever my hastily revised finished form and I’m always chasing after the unanticipated and the unseen.
It’s not perfect but it’s my truest self. And sometimes you don’t know what you’re going to say until you’re already saying it.
Imagine you have had an encounter with someone. A conversation. Maybe you’re just existing by yourself somewhere. Not exciting or eventful or memorable.
Then, some amount of time later, this moment resurfaces in your memory. You don’t know why you’ve suddenly remembered it but the more you think about it the more uneasy you feel. I must have thought of it because I messed up somehow, you think. You go over and over the moment in your mind, every second more convinced you’ve humiliated yourself but you don’t know how. That everyone you’ve seen since then knows about it. The secret is out, you’re a piece of shit human being and everyone knows.
It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing at this point in time, you’re so caught up in this memory of a moment you can’t quite remember that it’s as though it’s happening again, right now. Your heart races, you start sweating. A panic attack is looming. And you think, if only I could explain! If I could just tell SOMEONE that I didn’t know, I didn’t mean it!
And maybe you do find someone to apologize to. And hopefully that person is kind, because your apology is going to be intense. It has to be because this feeling is horrible. And you feel deep in your soul that the only way to stop feeling this way is closure.
Or distraction. You need to calm down because this panic is unbearable so you start counting. Or snapping. Or cleaning. Something repetitive, something else to concentrate on. And maybe the distraction helps. So you begin to rely on it. Not only that, you start trying to use it preemptively.
Snapping distracted me from feeling like an unhinged psychopath so maybe if I start snapping all the time I won’t fall down that rabbit hole again. But a compulsion will never prevent the obsession, so it keeps happening and maybe the compulsions get more complex.
And now you spend all your time trying to be distracted. You never really know what anyone is saying to you because you’re too busy counting or listing all the colors in the room like it’s some kind of mantra. It feeds this feeling of disconnection and isolation, not to mention anxiety that someone will notice what you’re doing.
People expect a performance with OCD. Some visual evidence. Relentless hand washing or a meticulously organized space. And I’m getting better at not looking vacant all the time, so how would anyone know anything about the panic and despair rushing through my system? It doesn’t stop the paranoia.
This is generally my experience of ruminating OCD.
I use medication to manage it. When I take it regularly, I find that I’m better able to let go of thoughts and moments. I can always choose to remember something or think about it, but it doesn’t overwhelm me and transform into a version of reality that paints me as a monster.
I’m also better about compulsions. Rather than give in to repetitive behavior to distract, I try to stop the “intrusive” thought from fully developing instead. It’s recognizing and acknowledging I might be about to spiral and doing my best to mentally shrug my shoulders and move on.
I’m writing about this mainly because I wanted to see how well I could put into words what my experience feels like. I’m posting it because maybe other people can relate to it. And connection is important when you mostly feel like you’re floating untethered in space.
Loss and Love
I don’t like writing.
I used to. Awards started grade 2.
It was an escape. A place to hide. Make sense of the world. But it was exposure, too.
It’s been so long, it was easy to accept the loss.
Not just the one loss, the acceptance of circumstances, loss of self. When the other losses began to add up I felt the rebellion. I’m still here. And creativity pours out because it won’t be ignored.
I will build and paint and play and write— because there’s still enough of me here.
I’m still here.
You saw that.
You told me you could see me once and I didn’t have words then. Head in the stars as well as the sand, we’re always cruelest to ourselves. “Just as you are,” but I couldn’t fathom it.
Acceptance of circumstances. I only existed. And then I understood.
“Just as you are,” I thought.
My baby, I’m afraid I’m falling for you
Creativity is an expression of love and I exist inside that feeling. I couldn’t ask for more than that.
PS
Conversations typically go all over the place. That’s the most natural way for them to be. To tell a cohesive story, I took the parts that went together for the bulk of the interview I wanted to post. However, like I mentioned in that interview, there’s a lot of silliness here. I don’t want to go into all the details (because I don’t remember all the details) but I can do a rundown of other topics that came and went:
Sponsorships: Sometimes sponsorships have been agreed to simply because people wanted some free things. But some free things are not wanted: coffee with male enhancement "vitamins” is one of these things. This is a real thing, if you’re looking for that sort of thing though.
Souvenir teeth: Scott talked about how his daughter was not on board with the Tooth Fairy early on. There was some agreement that the collection of baby teeth is a very weird tradition. However, Scott once knew a genius musical engineer in New York that had his own collection. He was an older gentleman, excellent at his job, with a drawer full of his own teeth that he would ask if visitors wanted to take a look at. How could you possibly say no to that?
Punchable: I feel like Scott has told this story on the stream before, but we were talking about life in New York. He used to take a train to work, and once as he was trying to board a loaded train along with an elderly woman, she socked him hard in the gut so that she could take the last spot before he had a chance.
Kerfuffle: That was the word Scott and friends used to describe the incident. I may know who the participants of the SPI disagreement are. But that’s about as far as I know the details.
Inside jokes: I’m not going to explain it, but someone needs to ask Scott about his checkmark story someday.
Desert Mirage: I’m annoyed with myself about this one. I had just read a local news story where someone reported having recorded a ghost on their dashcam. They were driving up the 87 out here (a very old highway) and the video shows what looks like a transparent person walking along the shoulder. I asked everyone if they saw anything weird in the desert at night, anything supernatural. I don’t think anyone had a supernatural story, but they did mention having seen SOMETHING weird and now I can’t remember what it was. Scott, what was it!?
Green Room: The green room of Last Exit Live is kind of interesting. There were like 3 couches and a few armchairs. One wall was completely covered with framed pictures of musicians and maybe a few actors. And, strangely, an old fashioned painted portrait of a woman that looked a lot like Tilda Swinton. The line “Elderly woman behind the counter in a small town” was also framed, which happens to be the title of a Pearl Jam song. Yes, Scott sang that line all Pearl Jammy.
First Instrument: I know Scott has talked about this one on the stream. I asked what his first instrument was, and he told me it was the trumpet. He had the run of all of the available instruments in his house, of which there were plenty. The only caveat was that he had to clean whatever he chose to play first. He talked about having used a lot of brass polisher.
I wish I could remember more. I know Chris Lucca talked a lot about Zelda, and there were other conversations happening but my memory is a sieve as it is. I know I laughed almost the whole time I was there.
Conversation with Scott: Dream Come True
I asked Scott Klopfenstein if I could interview him as it’s been a dream of mine for a long time. When he agreed, I knew I wanted it to be special. I thought about maybe asking to do it live on his Twitch stream, or recording it for Facebook or Instagram. But when I was there at the Last Exit Live show in Phoenix and he was right in front of me, I realized I didn’t want the pressure of performance to be a part of it. I just wanted to talk to him like we were friends. That was the experience I wanted more than an in-depth or entertaining interview. And I felt that it would be more of an experience that he would want, too.
He sat across from me in a high backed grass green armchair. I asked the obvious question – it was the last day of the tour, were they relieved to be done? Ready to go home, sure. But everyone agreed what they would miss most would be the inside jokes. Prichard chimed in that none of their friends back home would get any of their jokes now.
In his white t-shirt, high water purple slacks, new balance sneakers and ever present beanie, Scott looked very comfy. I didn’t ask about the wardrobe choice but wondered if it was deliberate styling or if it was just comfortable. Considering Scott’s recent Lyme Disease diagnosis, I would have been in favor of anything that made him a bit more comfortable or made the symptoms easier to cope with. He spoke about the medicinal regime he needs to adhere to to manage the disease and it is involved. On top of that, upon arriving in Phoenix, a dental implant chose to uproot itself and so necessitated an emergency visit to the dentist. He was very complimentary of the dentist office he visited in Chandler, though the name of the place escapes me. Apparently it was a gorgeous place to visit.
I wanted to ask what was, to me, a kind of silly question. When stressed, as a musician, does he prefer to play music or listen to music? But coping with stress isn’t really a silly topic at the heart of it. Scott said that when he’s stressed the problem he often has is that he’s unable to follow something to completion, so he needs peace, stillness, at those moments. We talked about better ways of coping with stress. Scott likes meditation, he walks 6 miles daily. We talked a lot about the mind-body connection, the emotional impact physical activity can have on your body. He talked about the emotional release that can happen in pilates and how his former acupuncturist could tell what was going on in his life just from where his body was holding on to tension. He spoke as a person very familiar with the effects stress can have on your body and the best ways he’d found to address it.
The band had just completed a two day drive from Austin, TX. I asked after what, to me, seemed like a pretty intense tour schedule: 9 shows in 14 days, driven through several states by bus. No one was complaining, though, and there were smiles all around. I felt at ease immediately back there in the green room. I was worried I was encroaching on personal space as we hung out before the show, but I couldn’t settle on that feeling. Everyone was conversational and welcoming, despite most of them probably having no idea who I was.
Scott asked me if I was there with anyone and when I told him I wasn’t – one friend couldn’t make it, another lived far too far away, among other issues – he told me I would be with them, then. Tonight, I would be part of the band. This is what it’s like talking to Scott – if you’re feeling alone, friendless, he’s there to reassure you that you are absolutely none of those things.
I asked him about performing at SPI, the Ska Punk International Fest, that had happened in Austin. They played on a bill with several other prominent ska and punk bands. He said they got there pretty late, but the crowd was good. Though the Littlest Man Band has all the elements of a ska band, their music isn’t quite in that genre. Though watching their performance of It’s You at Last Exit that night, it definitely felt like a more punkified version than I’d seen before, with an intense drum and horn section driving the energy.
I was curious about what Scott thought about musical genre as identity, how conscious he was of trying to adhere to a genre. I asked about the song writing in Reel Big Fish, for example, and how much they tried to stick to just one style of music. He reminded me that not all Reel Big Fish songs are ska songs (and upon reflection, I remembered this, too: Where Have You Been, the cover of New York, New York, are just two examples) but that Aaron really loved that kind of music. It was what he wanted to write and play, it was who he was.
And Scott is a well known member of the ska/punk community, and has expressed gratitude for that acknowledgement in the past and did so again to me. I asked if he had ever worried that his ska fans from Reel Big Fish might not follow his music in its different direction. He reminded me that he had released music with PAL during his time with RBF that had been received well, and that the reaction to Drunk Again and Average Man, when they were first released, had been positive, too. It made him feel like he could pursue his music and still be able to find an audience, whether they were new to him or not.
I mentioned that in both Reel Big Fish and PAL he shared vocal duties, but in The Littlest Man Band he is the lone frontman. Was this always his ambition? His answer was low and quick when he told me, No, he never wanted to be a frontman. He is a sidekick, he said. That is how he still considers himself even within The Littlest Man Band. I smiled at the word because it is the reason Scott has always seemed so approachable to me. As a self-identifying weird quiet girl, I found the goofy loveable sidekick role easy to play and it made it easier to fit in, too. And I saw it in Scott in his performance persona with Reel Big Fish. It made me feel a kinship with the trumpet player. Hearing him admit to the sidekick identity was validating, in a way.
Being a sidekick necessitates a group and Scott enjoys the collaborative element of creating music. So, I had to ask if he ever said no to a collaboration and he admitted that he has at times had to say no. I asked how he determines who he can collaborate with. He said that he needs to know that whoever he works with can understand him and follow him down any creative path he may take, while also not being afraid to call him out when he’s not going anywhere. He spoke tenderly of his creative partner, Catya, and how she knows when to tell him he’s off track and when to tell him he’s got gold. It was apparent how important their relationship is when he celebrated her upcoming creative projects as well, and the pride was completely obvious on his face and in his voice. The trust is real and necessary for it to work.
He said when meeting a new potential collaborator, he’s more interested in doing something like visiting a museum together rather than taking a traditional meeting. I get the impression that he loves being part of a creative community and that it’s important newcomers are as willing to be there as he is. I get this impression from his online communities as well – be there for the serious talent, but also be there for the absurdist silliness. Scott is both, and you can’t really understand what he does unless you can be there for both.
The Littlest Man Band’s new single continues Scott’s unique genre identity. He admitted he doesn’t really think about genre or try to limit himself that way. He has songs he wants to create and for them to turn out the way he envisions them, he’ll be the frontman and go where the music takes him. He recently spoke about the story that inspired Sidle Up: a magical realism fantasy about a planet with identical cities on opposite sides of the globe. Every six months the inhabitants of one city find they’ve woken up on the other side of the world. Their only clue that this has happened is their sand filled homes; the result of an unceasing sandstorm that circles the planet every six months.
But that isn’t what the song is about. The song is about a relationship coping with generational trauma, with sweeping concerns under a rug along with the ever present sand. It’s about the pain and strain in a relationship when important things get pushed aside and unaddressed in the name of keeping the peace until they fester. I asked how often he uses this technique to write a song – creating a fantasy first. He admitted he does it all the time. He likes to come up with a story, and then pull the human element out of it, the relationships that must exist in those contexts, and his song will tell that story.
I was a little surprised when Scott then asked after how I was doing. The same way I am always a little surprised that Scott knows my name. This is more a reflection on my star-struckness when talking to him than it is on his ability to remember who I am. After nearly three years of somewhat continuous conversation through his weekly Twitch stream, it would be kind of weird for him not to know me. But he’s Scott Klopfenstein, and I’ve been a fan since 1998 when something like having a two hour long conversation with him was still purely a dream activity.
But I found myself confiding in him, trusting his kind face and easy smile. Just like always. Scott is the one celebrity I always felt could be a friend and it really felt that way as we talked. When I told him about my son’s delight over my trumpet playing, I could tell his smile matched my own. And when he shared his pride about his eldest daughter’s drawing, I felt another kind of kinship. The smiles of parents taking real joy in the joys of our children.
I am living this life.
My GOD the twitter drama is exploding. As of today, here are a couple updates for anyone interested:
The "insulin is free" tweet from the fake-verified Eli Lilly account tanked the company's stock, along with the stocks for two other major BioTech firms, by up to 4%
The "we're suspending arms sales to Saudi Arabia, the United States, et al" tweet from a fake-verified Lockheed Martin account tanked Lockheed's stock today
Since 8:00AM this morning there has been a tweet claiming Elon Musk was starting a program called "Elon's Tots" wherein he would pay off people's student loans
Numerous politicians and pundits have been targeted by trolls leveraging verified accounts to fuck with their public images, and many of them aren't being addressed nearly as fast as the fake-verified Elon Musk accounts
Twitter is allegedly worth 1/4 of what Elon bought it for
Tesla's stock has allegedly fallen by 50%
Elon has said Twitter may have to declare bankrupty
lmao
The mangaka behind Magical Girl Site and the Crying Aya Asagiri image is calling out Elon Musk on his use of uncredited art on Twitter.
(A bit of a hornets nest calling out the use of stolen images in memes, because TRUE, but I admire the chutzpah)
Wooow