I can’t stop thinking about what happened to George Floyd. I can’t stop thinking about this story. It’s 2020 and I feel like nothing’s changed. It’s Rodney King all over again. I can’t imagine how black people must feel. It’s terrible to be black in America. Here is the official memorial fundraiser organized by George Floyd’s brother. Please donate.
There’s nothing I love more in the world than my husband and my baby girl. Can’t believe it’s almost Asha’s first birthday on March 21 she turns one year old. Here’s her Amazon Wish List in case you wanted to get her something ツ
So excited for this. Was super bummed to miss the inauguration of this festival last year Dylan said it was amazing. Thrilled to get to go this year and to bring Asha, it’s basically the perfect way to experience a festival and the perfect first festival experience for Asha. Also thrilled to get to bring Eric and Sarah as our special VIP guests especially since we failed to attend their epic farflung fairytale wedding on the Faroe Islands last year. Gonna be fire to have them there. They’re trying to get pregnant so Sarah isn’t partying so she’s the perfect sitter for Asha while me and the boys rage from stage to stage. I was even going to get to play a half hour set as NIGHT NURSE opening for ill.Gates at one of the side stages but then I wasn’t. Was real exciting for a second there but the Lorin giveth and the Lorin taketh away as Dylan says. Still going to be awesome though, just slightly less awesome without NIGHT NURSE.
Wednesday was my birthday and I spent it quietly with family and friends. Today it’s my birthday again. Every year I have two birthdays because I was a war refugee, I don’t know my parents, my name, my birthplace or my birthday. Everything is made up. Many people from a similar part of the world during a similar time have a similar story. Now I’m 44 and I’ve never felt or looked better, and I’ve never been healthier or happier. Life is good. Feather, Daisy, Asha and Dylan are the reason. I have to pack for our trip to Vancouver to spend Thanksgiving in Canada with Dylan’s family so I’ll post the rest of these pictures later.
I am a bit gutted to not be at Shambhala right now with my special crew, it’s my first time missing in 11 years. Good thing the company I’m keeping instead is so freaking cute. For those of you who are there however be sure to catch ill.Gates at Village Stage tonight at 9 PM!
I couldn’t ask for a better partner, husband or friend. You are the best and the best baby daddy. We love you ill.Gates! Happy birthday Dylan!
Tomorrow is my first Mother’s Day! I spent this morning’s entire dog walk planning and devising. For some reason I’m really excited about Mother’s Day, even more than Valentine’s Day, my two birthdays and Christmas. I guess Mother’s Day is my favourite because it has to do with Asha and I love her so totally, more than anyone and anything, alongside Feather and Daisy and Dylan. My first Mother’s Day. Shit. But I think it should be Mother’s Day every day, forever, until the end of time, what do you think? Too much? Anyway. Happy Mother’s Day to me, and to all you beautiful ladies with kids.
Presenting Asha Sofía Atari Lane, born during the spring equinox beneath a full moon sky. Asha means hope or desire in Sanskrit and beautiful life in Swahili. Sofía means wisdom or skill. Atari means hit, success, reaching the mark, uttering Atari signifies the time in which a goal is won. What a wonderful day, perhaps the most wonderful day ever recorded. I’ve never cried so much from amazement, gratitude and love.