This song will eventually be added to and mixed and mastered and on my next solo album.
I don’t know if I will leave this one up for long but you can give it a listen. This week/month/year has been super unreal. This is a song about mental illness and anxiety and how it manifests itself inside my body.
There is a nod to Leonard Cohen at the end. He said:
“There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.”
I say something kinda like that.
Rest in peace Mr. Cohen.
The picture for this track is of me in the campus housing apartment that the party in the song was at. I was 19. That picture is from a couple months after neo-nazis threatened to rape and kill me but I got away and they killed someone I had been hanging out with instead. Asian kid. 17 years old. Crushed his skull.
The fact that Trump was elected and reading about all of the bold acts of hate that have happened in the past few days has me paralyzed. As if the systemic oppression and violence in this country, that has been a problem since this land was colonized, didn’t already have me fucked up enough.
Anxiety turned up to 11.
PTSDawson
There’s a whole lot of mess up in these tangles.
And cracks.
And light.
(I get knocked down but I get up again)
I am here for all my marginalized peeps. Black, POC, Muslim, Immigrant, Disabled, LGBTQI, etc.
It’s a long fight and I am in it with you.
But I gotta catch my breath.
Life is hard.
Don’t forget to take care of yourself.
And remember that I love you.
Kimya Dawson - Guitar, Vocals David Yaya Herman Dune - Ukulele, Toy Piano, Slide Whistle Recorded by Jason Carmer in San Pedro, CA
