Howdy Haunts,
Hope y’all are well. Seems like I’m dropping patrons – which is always a sadness considering my heart lies in the ephemeral content here! Appreciate those sticking around and look forward to a Patreon Only stream this evening.
I need to vex and don’t feel comfortable addressing my recent godpunches and spiritual bouts outside of your eyes and ears…
Currently spending the day reorganizing and cleansing the house and studio – thought it a prime opportunity to review my caché of kid tapes I just got from my mother… I was not ready for the hauntomantic highs and lows of memory drudgery amidst what I can only call a deeply meta-philosophical few weeks. I have been documenting this robust spiritism I have had since New Mexico on our tour – feels what pious folks call a calling or what the church-of-doubt hails a mind crisis – but it has mostly been quite a wondrous affair with prescient hallowed presence and poetry and song – I hope to share more soon as I am still finding footing outside of metaphor and abstract vernacular to address what has been happening.
To levity! The video is 12 year old me, stuck at my mom’s boyfriend’s house in the desert with friend and my most trusty talismanic tool: the personal cassette recorder. Genuinely I feel abject cringe but deeply moved I had and utilized such technology as a kid! What I didn’t want to do is watch Willow on VHS for the 800th time, and though an angry tirade about Willow I discovered that I can’t insult witches…
More soon and Haunt On… and Here wHEREver that may be,
RKR
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