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No SDMA nods for your girl this year (who is surprised?), but happy to report that myself, Songwriter Sanctuary San Diego, and some of my Raspberry girlies are nominated for San Diego Magazine's annual Best Of reader's poll. Please do me a solid and vote once before polls close on March 22. (There is an email capture situation, but you only have to vote one time so that's nice!). Here are some categories to check out:
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New single alert! Fortunate Fucker, my new single, is available now on streamers except Spotify, Bandcamp, and my online store. This is the first complete song off the behemoth of a project/album you all know and love (and are probably sick of hearing me talk about by now) called Dead Mom Talking, so I decided to release it as a single to maintain the “hey, Lindsay, you better release at least one song a year or else...” pressure I put on myself for no reason whatsoever. Special thanks to the team of homies who helped make this happen: written by Lindsay White production: Rachel Hall / Will Stucky engineer: Rachel Hall (included real life gravel recording - suck it, AI) mixing: Will Stucky mastering: John McLaggan, Parachute Mastering guitar: Will Stucky vox/bgrnd vox: Lindsay White artwork: sleep-deprived Lindsay White on antibiotics w/ funding and support from The Steam Engine Foundation
Creating this new spin on a summer classic with Rachel Hall was so much fun!
The Boys of Summer - Mariela ft Lindsay White aka The Girls of Summer (Reimagined cover of The Boys of Summer by Don Henley) Original lyrics: Don Henley / Original music: Mike Campbell Updated lyrics by Rachel Hall / Lindsay White Production: Tommy Nixon Guitar: Jordy Searcy Drums: Daniel J Griffo Bass: Tommy Nixon Keys: Rachel Hall Artwork: Grace Johnson Photo: Sydney Valiente Mastering: James McNary Lyrics: ​Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty shores, empty streets The sun goes down alone I’m thinking ‘bout your face Wonderin’ if you’re home But I can see you- Blowing bubbles in the sun You got your hair pulled back and doc martens on, baby I still smell you on, that blanket we laid on till dawn After the girls of summer have gone I never will regret those nights (those nights) I wonder if it was a dream (a dream) Remember how you called me lady? Remember how I made you scream? (scream) Now I don't understand what’s different about our love But babe, I'm gonna have your back Love ain’t nothing to be afraid of I can see you- Your ice cream dripping in the sun your temporary tattoos and you’re giving them to everyone I can tell you my love will still be holding strong After the girls of summer have gone I heard your name today, from a barista shouting in a coffee shop I turned to look for you, just like I always do, can’t stop, won’t stop I thought i’d lost your number Til I put that jacket on Say anything, and I’ll come over Holding up a stereo on your lawn But I can see you- Blowing bubbles in the sun You got your hair pulled back and doc martens on, baby I still smell you on, that blanket we laid on till dawn After the girls of summer have gone ​ I can see you- Your ice cream dripping in the sun your temporary tattoos and you’re, giving them to everyone I can tell you my love will still be holding strong After the girls of summer have gone 
Just back from Dallas/Richardson, Texas, where much to my surprise and delight, I snagged 2nd place (out of like 300 submissions, hair flip) at the Al Johnson Performing Songwriter contest. I brought my girl Rachel along and we had a gay ol time despite the weather thwarting our full set on the City Line stage! Hopefully they'll have us back next year for a do-over! Until then, I'll be dreaming of Torchy's tacos!
Below is a snap of me backstage in the (temperature controlled, thank god) green room, acting like a goober who's never been shown such hospitality. I'll link to the "winners" photo, where as you can see, I've transformed into a sweaty street clothes monster. 
My new single Time Machine hasn't even been out for six full months, and it's already my most streamed song to date, with over 13K total streams and climbing! (EDIT - This song has now been pulled from Spotify along with the majority of my catalog in protest of Spotify's artist treatment and harmful investment practices). Special thanks to Alex Dausch (electric guitars, production, mixing, mastering) Rachel Hall (keys, bass, production), Jules Stewart (drums) for helping me create this tribute to my late ex-husband. For those who still dabble in Facebook, you can read our full story here. The track is getting lots of international love, which is semi-soothing to my grieving soul. Even though the song is quite sad, and I wish I never had to write it, it's kind of like the memory of Benny is traveling all over the place, which feels special, all things considered. Here are some blog write-ups to check out (your phone should help you translate) Cosmonauta Radio (Mexico) Parapop (Indonesia) Indie Dream (Mexico) R+ (Mexico) Caesar Live n Loud (Portugal) Annnnnd, my deep gratitude to all the outlets around the world who added the track to their playlists and are helping me find new listeners. Please make sure to follow their lead and add Time Machine to one of your playlists! Direct Actu (France) ParaPOP (Indonesia) Impulse (Indonesia) Cosmonauta RadioMexico Women of Substance Music Podcast (US) Indie Dream (Mexico) Vibes Paradise (South Africa) Sugarcoat (India) Caoba Records (Chile) Fran Laurito (Netherlands) unhappier. (India) Kiraz Müzik (Turkey) JourneysWithMusic (Spain) Alex Lesage (Belgium) PY Müzik (Turkey) Kiraz Müzik (Turkey) mbti music (Netherlands) cedar_swamp (US) Arkhe Playlists (Spain) Ze Rock Porto (Portugal) R+ (Mexico) Jackson Harden (US) Caesar Live N Loud (Portugal) VibesMovin' (Poland) Dreams studio (Nigeria) U N Indie Folk Music (Philippines) Sound Safari Playlists (Belgium) Island Music (Italy) Americana Country, Singer-Songwriter Kev Rowe (US) Find Time Machine on Spotify, Bandcamp, my store, and everywhere else you stream music. (Or, join Patreon for all-access to all my published and unpublished works including behind-the-song stories).   Very honored to be a part of this event, raising money for Khalil and his family who are currently displaced in Gaza. Special thanks to Claire King for organizing. Please click through for event details/info on attending this intimate City Heights house concert, or consider making a donation even if you can't attend!
Check your girl out on the cover of this month's San Diego Troubadour! (Story by Ashley E. Norton, photoshoot with Sydney Valiente). Thanks to Liz for featuring me!  If you haven’t watched the interview with Amanda Seales on Club Shay Shay, I highly highly recommend it. Especially if you are someone who is interested in looking at how things like white supremacist delusion, race, gender, and disability are at play in our institutions and how they factor into a person’s experiences and ability to navigate life, relationships, jobs, etc. From a disability perspective, Seales talks about a later in life Autism diagnosis which helps her make sense of a lot of her experiences in life of being misunderstood, unliked, and ostracized. And she does such a brilliant and unapologetic job of showing how “unlikeability” can be an ableist response to someone whose brain is simply wired differently than what is considered by the status quo as “normal.” She then goes on to further illustrate how, while it never feels good to be invalidated or disliked for no tangible reason, the real harm is when that perception gets weaponized in spaces that can do actual, tangible (often violent) damage to a person’s body, psyche, education, career, relationships, and therefore life trajectory. She also connects the dots as to how similar nefariousness is at play within the constructs of race and gender. As a 40 year old queer woman/mother who is just starting to perceive my chronic mental and physical limitations through the lens of disability (after working in the disability/higher ed field for several years and experiencing too many a-ha moments to list), witnessing this interview was like taking a college-level course on self-advocacy, a survival skill that Seales has razor-sharpened on the tragic need for itself. Finding herself constantly in the crosshairs of misunderstood and unprotected, she didn’t buckle and offer herself up on some platitude platter to be devoured in the court of public opinion; rather, she grabbed a mic and shouted “THAT’S A YOU PROBLEM BECAUSE I’M THE SHIT.” If you don’t grasp what a huge deal it is for someone with a disability to not only frame but explain their differences and unique traits as assets in a world that is hellbent on misrepresenting them as justifications for dehumanization, exclusion, harm, etc., then you might be someone who is subconsciously doing harm to disabled people. And that is why this interview is such a chef’s kiss. As much as I felt affirmed in my own neurodivergence, I felt challenged in my biases and was able to reflect back on times I may have misunderstood and unintentionally harmed folks whose experiences and brains were different than mine. (This is the restorative justice work we all need to be doing all the time so we don’t keep bombing the world to shit). In the interview itself, you can bear witness to Seales doing the uncomfortable but necessary labor of self-advocacy and education through direct communication in real time, challenging Shannon Sharpe at nearly every turn, not with malice but with an unrelenting commitment to honesty and to herself as both storyteller and scholar. And if you find that discomfort and directness hard to sit with, you might pass it off as “she’s exhausting” or “she’s doing too much.” But as you start to understand the energy it takes to survive in a society such as this with a brain such as hers, that knee jerk criticism quickly alchemizes into heartfelt compassion. She’s not exhausting, she's exhausted from a world that won’t allow her to safely exist as her full self. Anyway I don’t know why I felt the need to write a Thursday morning thesis on this, I really just came here to say my broke ass just joined her Patreon and your broke ass should too because the AIPACs and status-quo-ers of the world will continue to come for someone so powerful in her truth-telling, so we need to come together to not only understand but protect the treasure that is Amanda Seales. Thank you, good day.
Don't sleep on this one, folks! Tix are on sale now for our full band show at the Belly Up on March 27, sharing a lineup with Justin Froese and Brianna Grace. It's been many moons since I last played here with The Lovebirds at one of Steve Poltz's bday bashes. Took me a whole pandemmy and pregnancy to claw my way back in the mix, and I'm really looking forward to it!
Help us pack the place - we need your support in order for SD's premiere venues to continue booking local music nights! 
Yo, it's me, your favorite bummer songwriter who can't stop thinking about how people are just going about their business while the U.S. is helping to fund a genocide with our tax money. I'm posting this transcript here for accessibility. As a freelance writer and content developer who works in the disability/education/dei fields, this is the kind of content I wish more folks in these fields would be creating. I know institutional silence, hesitance, neutrality (or whatever you want to call it) to speak out on global atrocities is more often than not calculated with the best of intentions to not take sides, get mired in litigation, or unintentionally harm/exclude any group. I know on the individual level, hearts are broken and stomachs are sick, so I'm not posting this content with a middle finger up to anyone in particular. Rather, I'm just racking my brain for ways to stop this senseless killing and hoping to break down the justifications for genocide that are at their root ableist and disabling. In many ways, this feels like a silly and futile exercise. Obviously any government who would terrorize defenseless folks in the name of self-defense and anti-terrorism wouldn't care about folks with disabilities because they don't care about humanity in general. Kind of a given there. And of course I anticipate the "what about terrorists" argument that comes barreling down the line every time I criticize Israel's response to the events of Oct 7. There is a spectrum of opinions and ideologies surrounding the actions of Hamas, ranging from: "this is an institution that threatens Israeli existence/civilized life and must be eradicated no matter the cost" to "these are acts of justified resistance that will inevitably continue until Palestinian people are liberated." I have my own opinion and am not here to tell grieving and/or oppressed people in any community how to feel or act. If you have something contrary to say, I encourage you to create your own content for your own platform rather than trying to "fight" me on my own platform. What I am here to do is plea with world leaders and everyday people to set the anti-terrorism/self-defense bar higher than massacring thousands and dehumanizing, displacing and disabling millions to the tune of billions of dollars that could be invested toward the nurturing of communities rather than the annihilation of them. The bottom line is if you have the ability to stop crimes against humanity, you have the responsibility to stop crimes against humanity. I encourage everyone, especially those with power, privilege, and a platform of any kind to lead with love even in response to horrific tragedy, and to create a world that is fit for my daughter and all children and people everywhere, including folks with disabilities. Away we go:  Slide 1 Text: World leaders don't G.A.F. (give a fuck) about disabled people / disabling people. Genocide through a disability lens.  Slide 2 Text: “But they distributed evacuation notices!” Did they consider folks with disabilities, including birthing people/babies, elderly people? Did they ensure safe transport or provide accommodations or necessary medical care? They did not. Because they don't give a fuck who dies/suffers. Rather, they bomb the ever-loving shit out of hospitals, refugee camps, food/power sources, and “safe” areas - displacing people, cutting off access to food, shelter, water, fuel, electricity, medicine, healthcare, etc. This is ableist and disabling.  Slide 3 Text “Innocent civilians are being used as human shields/Bad guys are withholding supplies!” So, this should grant a democratic government a carte blanche greenlight to murder and/or mentally/physically terrorize defenseless people in the name of self-defense and anti-terrorism? They think it does. Because they don't give a fuck who dies/suffers. So in addition to murdering thousands, they trigger an avalanche of physical and mental health disabilities on the ground and across the globe, for generations to come, all while taking zero responsibility. This is all ableist and disabling.  Slide 4 Text: “But the U.S. is expressing concern, sending relief and suggesting a pause.” Are they nonetheless committed to sending billions of tax dollars/weapons of war while refusing to hold anyone accountable for committing war crimes? Sure are. Because they don't give a fuck who dies/suffers. They reeeally wish you didn’t G.A.F. either, so they can go on pretending there’s no $ for education, housing, healthcare, childcare, environmental protections, gun control, reparations, etc. which is of course - you guessed it: ableist and disabling.  Side 5 Text:
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