New original song today! And a mess of shows this fall
Hi!
For those in Illinois
Here's a mess of gigs you can catch me at if you're inclined!
Tonight - hosting a house show for my friends Jill McCracken and Hannah Lacava.
9/8 - playing trumpet with Glad Rags at Constellation. Saw them in 2016 and they blew my mind. An honor to perform with them next week.
9/29 - playing who knows what with Astrachan at Color Club. Family Junket is playing. Will be a big party.
9/30 - singing with Mehtab Kirtan at Jarvis Square Pottery. Very creative jazz / chamber fusion with some cool vocal harmonies.
10/6 - playing everything with Maiden King at Knox College in Galesburg, IL. If you come to this, I'll buy you dinner for sure.
12/1 - album release of Maiden King (v excited to show you the trumpet work on this album) with Astrachan at Schuba's. Do not miss. We will destroy (your heart).
For those all around the world
Today, my song "In My Dreams, You Win" comes out on all streaming platforms (Spotify, Apple Music, Bandcamp, everything). I've attached the lyrics below. I sent out a demo of this song to this mailing list in March and I'm so happy to share a studio version now. And it features cover art by my lovely uncle, David Chelsea (also attached below). I'm really grateful to everyone that helped develop this song - Jake, Danjuma, Matty, Chris, Gus, Sam, Brok, and Anna.
Let me know what you think of the song! And if you like it, please send it to someone who would like it :)
Bye!
Ivan
I’m driving east to move back to a memory I know
But they’ve all got wrinkles in their eyes from wincing fast and blinking slow
They’ve all got little raisins on their fingers and their toes
From wading in the shower
Letting time wash them by
From the nozzle, to the head
The neck, the shoulder, to the sigh
She lived on the 30th floor
Heard me from above
Said “I remember a smile like yours
Please come up”
So I started climbing
A few months in I hit my stride
Kept my head up
A few months more I stepped inside
She said,
“My bread won’t bake
My clothes won’t fold
My plants have died
I haven’t slept in years
But there’s one last thing we can try”
Your fingers running, searching for a spot she says that you can’t find
Between her eyes and ears a tender spot that tingles down her spine
A little button on her temple
What she needs to close her mind
Find it
Push it
“Turn me off and tuck me in”
She said, “It’s hard out there for you
But in my dreams, babe, you win”