REALLYNICE

Today, I am on day 10 of having motherfucking COVID-19 for the very first time. Chiara is on Day 12. Worst we ever felt for the first few days. 15% battery. Still feeling off. Slowly getting it back. After 3.5 years of successful dodge, it got us and it is no joke. Yes. Tired of hearing about it, thinking about it, living consciously to it. But alas, here we are. A very real thing.

Prior to this quarantine was something pretty opposite. We played the 64th Newport Folk Festival. A festival I’d been orbiting and sneaking into via friends for years. Your boi finally got the invite. Being the band brought on to commence the entire weekend I felt like we had to make something out of it. So we did a caution tape ribbon cutting ceremony and had the festival executive producer, Jay Sweet, come out and initiate the festival and cut the tape with giant scissors. We went hard which is what I always envisioned for that festival. Then got to spend a couple days by the water roaming the fort and seeing many old friends, making new friends and seeing humanity really at its best in a very contained and temporary way. Here’s a bunch of photos, mostly by Emily Bessa, and some by me and Chiara.