We’ve begun. A descent into climbing temperatures. .
With new notions of night.
We returned from our first European trip as a family mid June, riding the waves of the arctic mid summer, where the idea of night as ‘dark’ didn’t exist. And now, in this humidity, the idea of the night as ‘cold’ isn’t relevant.
2) And summertime is shimmering with life. .
‘BORN of the SUN’ record release !
and come out & join us in this miraculous heat, as we celebrate the summer birthing of our NEW FAUN FABLES ALBUM. .
Fr 22 North Charleston, SC @ Tua Lingua
Sa 23 Knoxville, TN @ The Pilot Light
Su 24 Durham, NC @The Pinhook
W 27 Brooklyn, NY @ Park Church Co-op
Th 28 Portland, ME @ New Fruit
Fr 29 Cambridge, MA @ Oberon
Su 30 Meaford, Ontario @ Electric Eclectics Festival
Tu 2 Chicago, IL @ The Hideout
W 3 Madison, WI @ High Noon
Th 4 Minneapolis, MN @ Triple Rock Social Club
Su 7 Salt Lake City, UT @ Kilby Court
M 8 Ogden, UT @ Lavender Vinyl, record instore
Sa 13 Seattle, WA @ The Skylark
Tu 16 Astoria, OR @ KALA
W 17 Portland, OR @ High Water Mark
Fr 19 Berkeley, CA @ The Starry Plough
BORN of the SUN is available in double vinyl (with our first picture disc ever!) or CD… NEW T-shirts in olive & heather gray were designed by our daughters (the lady shirts have that nice scoop neck that’s so much more comfortable than usual lady’s shirts) … the girls are also making necklaces to sell with the help of our craft-laden nanny, and we will try to make more copies of our daughter Edda’s Medieval Coloring Book, which sold like hotcakes.
WE ALSO HAVE IN STOCK EVERY FAUN FABLES RECORD EVER MADE . .
5) Here’s one last offering from the new album:
COUNTRY HOUSE WAITS
a song about the forgotten ranch & grandma house in northern Sonoma County we had the luck to live at when we were about to become parents: Click here to listen
Enjoy the heat. We hope you can make it out to one of our shows in the next several weeks before the Silver Goose finally turns down our own driveway, Indian Summer cools everything down, colors change, and some rest will certainly have been earned.
somewhere, in the mists of our highways & byways ~
Dawn & Nils (& girl-children)
That place, that old space, called the road.
by Dawn McCarthy
Many a minstrel has wandered it on foot or horseback or rolling wagon, automobile, across waters or airborn.. no matter the way, the path is drawn by their music, their show, their offering. Indeed, it IS their passport to travel.
Thus becoming the honored guest, housed & cooked for.. or the enchanted beggar, hoping their art will earn them room and board.. or they’re disregarded, humbled and brought back to the stark essence of why they spend time with the muse at all. .
What does the road still hold for me, after 17+ years?
I love to lighten my load, to leave the gravity & rhythms of home life and be a vessel, ready to meet the present moment’s presents. To traipse footpaths of new streets, cafes, bookstores, nature trails.. or wonderfully familiar ones I’ve frequented every time I’ve come to the town.
I love meeting new people behind cash registers, waiting on tables, hearing my music for the first time, each with their own story I might hear some part of, if I’m lucky. I have also met people through my muse that have become my best kindred spirits, I cherish seeing them and family members I could have never afforded to visit, all these years.
What’s amazing me right now, is how much life is packed into a tour; we’re under 2 weeks into this one (4 more to go), and already all the different stops and hosts have formed a many-faceted gemstone.
No matter how the challenges keep shifting now, touring with a family, or how humble the livelihood remains, or the fact that I”ll never be able to fit into the pace, demands & fragmentation of digital cyber space. . the fact is that I just love to sing. . to eat delicious air with words, sound, melody, rhythm .
And I don’t know of anything else besides touring that allows me to do that 20 nights a month.
The road is a part of me now, so travel it I must .
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