First gig back is sold out! Excited to be celebrating and supporting our API headliners this afternoon and raising funds for SD API Coalition. If you snoozed and loozed on a physical reservation or if you live out of town, you can watch the livestream on the Lady Brain Presents Facebook page!
Hey friends, cool news! My song "Crickets" has been nominated for a 2021 San Diego Music Award in the category of Best Folk/Acoustic Song. I'm proud of this little ditty...one of the first that I recorded/produced all by myself! (With help, of course, from Alex Dausch on bass, Amelia Sarkisian mixing, and Trevor Hamer mastering). The category is full of friends like Tori Roze, Julia Sage, and Lee Coulter, so I say go forth and vote in whatever way feels good for you! You can vote once per day!
Hey there, friends. I've got a brand new single out for ya out today. This one's called "The Rotten Parts," produced by me (!!!), mixed/mastered by Amelia Sarkisian, with drums by Jules Stewart. I wrote this one as a walk-a-mile-in-someone-else's-shoes plea for white folks to consider not only the current, every-day impact of white supremacist delusion on Black and Brown bodies, but the centuries-long trauma caused by hate, fear, greed, and othering based on nothing more than skin color. Sooooo Dummmmmb and Eviiiiiil. What a grave shame it is to still see so many people refuse to acknowledge the simple, unwavering truth that Black Lives Matter. To still value their own comfort and willful ignorance over the actual safety of other humans. To varying degrees, we ALL grapple with these "rotten parts" because we were all brought up within rotten, broken systems. And those rotten parts will continue to poison generation after generation until we confront them individually and collectively. Thank you for listening - hope you'll work to carve out all the rotten you see in yourself - I'll be doing the same on my end.
The song is available now (along with lyrics and art) for direct download in the store, which is by far the best way to support, or on all the streamy thingies. Special thanks to Jules Stewart (drums), Amelia Sarkisian (mixing/mastering), with single art by Shy the Artist using original photography by Sydney Valiente. As always, big, big love to my Lindsay's Corner fam for their continued support.
*Edit 3/24 - I recently was given the opportunity to root out the rotten parts of this very blog, which was not giving proper credit to the Black and Brown folks who inform my very understanding of racial and social injustice and who motivate me daily to hold myself accountable and try to work/create/speak/live in solidarity. Folks whose work I am particularly grateful for and inspired by in this moment are Sonya Renee Taylor, Dr. Tiffany Jana, Sassy Latte, Isabel Wilkerson, Miki Vale, EB of Course, and so, so many of the harmonizers at our local mutual aid We All We Got SD!
Image description: Single artwork by Shy the Artist features a collage with light gray text that reads “The Rotten Parts” overlaid on a blue-gray cloudy mountain landscape. The focal point is a photo (by Sydney Valiente) of Lindsay placed toward the right of the graphic. She is wearing a brown coat over a gray blouse and her long brown hair falls over her left shoulder. A bunch of red and white flowers with black leaves covers her face.
Hey friends. Wanted to point your attention toward what will probably be the only piece of press I receive anytime soon: a really lovely review of my last three singles from my dear friend Lizzie Wann over on the Lady Brain Presents blog. Even though I'm putting out a lot of new music, I just don't have the capacity to push for PR right now, which goes against everything I've been doing as an indie musician for my entire career. Why, you may ask, would someone who has literally written a DIY publicity guide for indie musicians, not put more care into publicizing her new music?
Um, I'm exhausted. That's pretty much it. I've reached a point in this pandemic where I'm creating and releasing music for my own mental health. What anyone chooses to do with it or think about it or write about it is not even a sliver of a thought in my brain at the moment. Maybe one day I'll get back to a place where I keep pushing for more reach, but for now, I'm just going to lean on good friends like Lizzie, awesome collectives like Lady Brain Presents, and my Patreon fam to give me the gentle squeezes and nudges I need to keep on keeping on.
Thanks so much Lizzie for these thoughtful and kind words about my latest three releases. If you get a moment, please send her a little venmo love and check out her book and talk show!
Image description: Single artwork for "Nothing Worse" features a collage with light gray text that reads "Nothing Worse" overlaid on a grayish blue mountain landscape. In the center, a photo of Lindsay White in a green shirt, propping her chin up with her hand. Bunches of colorful flowers are placed over her face and near her shoulder. Artwork by ShyTheArtist, original photo by Sydney Prather.
New year, new music. Hope you enjoy my latest release "Nothing Worse," an original song inspired by one of my dear friends about that dreaded sense of hope we still somehow manage to feel during incredibly hopeless and lonely times. The song is available on all streaming platforms, but I hope you'll also consider a direct download from my website, which includes a printable lyric download as well as the artwork. Streaming is cool y'all, but artists can't make it work with fractions of pennies for royalties. Direct sales help me continue to invest in creating more music!
Image Description: Single artwork features a collage with light gray text that reads "Nothing Worse" overlaid on a grayish blue mountain landscape. In the center, a photo of Lindsay in a green shirt with black and white polka dot accents. She is propping her chin up with her hand. Bunches of colorful flowers are covering her face and near her shoulder. Artwork by ShyTheArtist, using original photo by Sydney Prather.
there's a pillow i keep punching
i always take you lying down
there's a pill so hard to swallow
i have to hide it in my mouth
i'm sinking down the valley, can't find the surface
i'm fighting the finale, like a novice novelist
i'm pacing like Penelope, hope for my homecoming kiss
but there's nothing worse than hoping
at a lonesome time like this
there's a hole where i keep whispering
i always wonder if you hear
there's a hopeless place where i know best
but dear, i don't dare to go near
i'm counting up the memories and the sacrifices
i'll spend them on you honey i don't care what the price is
i'm testing several theories
hoping to prove the same thesis
but there's nothing worse than hoping
at a lonesome time like this
worry my mind, furrow my brow
sweetheart, i am sweating bullets sweating you out
how can i let you go
when i still hope that hope exists
i know...there's nothing worse than hoping
at a lonesome time like this
but i just sit here hoping at a lonesome time like this
Thank you for listening fam! If you want to take your patronage one step further, you can also join Lindsay's Corner for $2+/month. Did you know someone would have to stream my song about 229 times before I earned $2? But it costs about $10-20 per year to keep a song distributed to these platforms, so just to break even for a single, my song would have to be streamed 1145-2290 times per year. This stuff makes me want to pull out my hair and quit music sometimes. Having support from the Patreon platform isn't just about financial sustainability, it's about the emotional support and knowing that folks care about artists enough to protect and preserve their ability to create. It's about giving them "hope at a lonesome time like this."
Hey friends! I wanted to premiere a brand new video for "Crickets," ahead of my latest release that will be available for streaming/download on December 26.
My Patreon crew got the first look, and they are absolutely the reason I continue to be able to create music despite not earning my usual gig income this year, so I want to thank them for their continued support during a really weird and hard time for artists.
To start, let me disclaim that I have no real technical skills when it comes to video-making, but I had a vision to try and capture what the infertility struggle feels like; using a tripod and an iPhone, I managed to arrive somewhere in the realm of reality.
In the song, you'll hear real crickets I recorded from outside my window on the nights I would lay awake wondering if I was ever going to get pregnant. Sometimes I would see a cricket in the bathroom, and of course (always looking for a sign from the Universe) I Googled what they meant - besides the "nothing" response they are commonly associated with. Some searches pointed to good luck and fertility. I secretly hoped my mama was coming to me in one of those crickets telling me that good news was on the way. The good news never came. Sometimes crickets are just crickets, I guess.
You can also hear the crinkle of a pregnancy test wrapper in the chorus, which I used to represent the almost mechanical wheel-like revolution of hope to despair to hope to despair, cycle after cycle, fail after fail. What actually happens in these cycles is you actually have to go into the lab every try for a blood test to confirm the cycle failed (even if you already started your period or tested negative at home), which adds an extra spin cycle of hope/despair where you tell yourself tons of little stories "maybe it's implantation bleeding" or "maybe it was a false negative" until you finally get the phone call confirming what you knew all along. No baby.
Feel free to share this video with anyone you know who has struggled with similar issues. It's isolating. I hope it comforts and speaks to people who have been through it. I feel very fortunate that we were even able to try five times. In the opening lyrics "I've cried onto a casket," I'm referring to my mom's death. I'm also wearing the clothes I wore to her funeral. I wanted to acknowledge that some folks don't have the resources to attempt to grow their family, and we would've been in that boat had it not been for my mama's death. So maybe she was still my good luck cricket in a different sense. Thanks to her, we will always get to say that we tried, and that is comforting.
Still, I want to point out that for sooooo many LGBTQ+ folks who envision creating families of their own, whose own families did/do not accept them - we get such a late start on this process because it takes us such a long time to shed the shame placed on us by others and to arrive at our full authentic selves. Which then makes us a little late to the game in finding our healthy life partners/relationships, which then makes us really late to the family planning process. By the time Audrie and I started trying to conceive, it was practically too late. So many queer couples I know struggle with this, and it really angers me that our own loved ones, our own schools, our own religions stand in the way of our ability to love and grow into ourselves, each other, and our families. This is tragic. This is abuse. Please, if you are reading this, and you refuse to accept your child or loved one's sexuality or gender identity or anything else about their authentic self, you are literally robbing them of time they could be fully supported and immersed in your love for them and their love for themselves. Don't do that. God wouldn't do that.
Hi my friends. It's release day! My new song (and silly home video) for "Everything But Loving You" just came into the world, and I wanted to write about it a little since I'm mostly off social media and not doing a traditional promotional blitz where I beg a bunch of media folks to write about it. Instead, I just want to put it out there, give some context to the song, and then not stress out about whether or not people listen to it, but trust that It will find who it needs to find. So, basically shooting my music career in the foot, haha. Small price to pay for mental wellness during a pandemic.
Even though it's a love song, I wrote this tune from a pretty scary place. Anxiety dug its claws into me hard a few times this year. While I've lived with that little shithead in my brain for pretty much my whole life, this time, it felt harder to manage. Chalk it up to infertility, a rampant pandemic, ongoing social injustice, national incompetence, you name it. It's a traumatizing time to be alive, even for the most mentally stable people.
In those moments, I didn't have or use the correct tools, and the result was an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and helplessness, which veered pretty hard into a land of shame and self-hatred where I started to lose sight of my worth on this planet and value of living life in general.
In those moments, my anxiety puts me on trial, unfairly and incessantly asking me, "If you can't fix everything, what's the point of you?"
In those moments, the one thing that is stronger than anxiety's prosecution is love's defense. I was able to hang on by focusing on the sense of purpose I feel in loving and being loved by my wife. Writing this song about Audrie, the person that makes me feel calm and sane and steady, provided enough of a glimmer of hope that I needed to be a functioning human again.
Speaking of being a functioning human, this is the first release that I produced, with the help of friends James Staton (bass), Steve Nichols (guitar), Jules Stewart (drums) and Amelia Sarkisian (mixing). It's not perfect or polished, but what feels more important to me than being perfect is: making an effort within my capacity, being proud of any small progress in that effort, being compassionate about any setback in that effort, and letting go of any attachment to other people's perceptions of that effort. It's a good way to fight anxiety. It's also a good way to approach art. And life.
In closing, I feel it's important to disclaim as a white person that this song was written in a mental health moment about a mental health moment. In no way do I want to give folks musical permission to ignore injustice in your community and in the world. I must admit, I've worried the song could be perceived in that light. But then, I just gotta circle back to letting go of any attachment to other people's perceptions of my effort. For me "quitting everything" kinda means letting go of the shit that doesn't serve me (sorrow, anger, worry), and focusing on the shit that does (love, love, love, etc.) so I can function with more clarity and serve others with more stability. However, I absolutely would like to quit doing the dishes for the rest of time. ;)
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Hey y'all - wanter to share a little interview I recently did with Shoutout Socal. Thanks to my buddy Cathryn Beeks for referring me to their team! Read the interview here.
Thank you to Danielle Tucker for inviting me to come on her Pandemic-Proof Singer Series livestream show on Facebook. I'm always inspired by folks who are finding ways to keep creative communities together during pandemic times, and Danielle is a great example of that. In this episode, I talk about songwriting, Lady Brain Collective, We All We Got SD, and more. Catch the replay below and don't forget to follow Danielle's vocal coaching page to watch even more episodes from so many talented singers.
Video Description: Thumbnail is a press photo of Lindsay White, photo credit Sydney Prather. Video is a split screen zoom session, on the left is Danielle Tucker (wearing denim top seated in front of a mirror, plant, and beige and white tapestry), on the right is Lindsay White (wearing black top, seated in front of a colorful mountain tapestry that has hats hanging on top of it).
This month, Lady Brain Presents is interviewing some LGBTQ+ members about their experiences and perspectives being a part of the queer+ community. To read the full series, click here - my interview is this one.