The Art Of Penance

There was a time when I’d scourge myself with the proverbial whips I’d written out to perform, as if to prove to an audience that I meant what I said. Indeed, doing what I could to stay in that pain became an addiction of its own. 

Open Air Podcast w/ Alex Sugg

We talk about a little bit of our history, my love for hip hop, my wholly narcissistic desire to be worshipped as a god, small business and self-employment, how – if there is such a thing as "glamour" as a touring artist – it makes up approximately 1% of the entire career, the inherent goodness of creation, what a normal, unhealthy day in the life of said "glamorous" career looks like, and how Madcap Coffee is the classiest coffee shop in the country.

My Boxes Are Collapsing

Life was more clearly defined when it fit into the filing cabinet, but these collisions are like hands reaching in to throw all those papers into the air so they rain down like the wonder it is to be alive and breathing, as if that were merely a categorical bore. 

A Small Death

As I was leaving Albuquerque to begin my last tour the morning after I said goodbye, I had the thought that driving away from my friends felt like a small death. It felt like small deaths the further east I moved. It feels like a small death when I think of going back home without them there, now. It feels like a small death when I think of my wife being home without the friends that used to be there for her when I was gone. 

You Are Not Alone

My heart has been heavy since I’ve been home. My tour ended the day that Alton Sterling lost his life. I had a show that night, and then a sixteen hour drive home from southeast Missouri to Albuquerque which we started right after the show ended. I drove all night long wishing I had something that could describe the kind of desperate heartache / sickness I felt – something to contribute along with the rest who felt the same way.

Dear Dad (The Tension)

As I sit here and try to figure out what to say, all I can think of is the word "mercy." That you were a man who understood the need for mercy. That you would long for me to be a man full of mercy. Even in your darkest moments you were able to perceive that mercy was the thing that we lacked. It's almost laughable, how poignant that statement was, like the eye of your storm spent on a glimpse of our future. 

The Work / Life Balance

When you work for yourself, there is no clock-in-clock-out unless you are incredibly disciplined at creating your own parameters, and most people aren't that disciplined. This is probably extra-true of artistic types who don't like any structure whatsoever. I sort of like the idea of both, so I switch back and forth between them and talk to everyone about how one is better than the other depending upon whether I'm in a season of waking up early and hitting the gym and regimenting my days, or if I'm awake until 3 a.m. because - you know - creativity only flourishes in the night or whatever.


I've deliberately read very little about Lemonade - before watching it, or in the interim between writing this admittedly random post - because...

HOSTS NEEDED: Booking for Ch. 03 of Levi The Poet's Dont Sink Tour is officially underway!

We have begun taking inquiries for the third installment of the Dont Sink Tour which we're hoping to start just over a month from now. Over this past week of being home, I've been in cahoots with many of you who submitted yourselves as potential tour hosts for the upcoming evenings, but the offer still stands: we'd love to hear from you if you think this night of community, coffee, conversation and performance would be a good fit for your town.

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Now Accepting Host Inquiries

Crowdsourcing these dates - an experiment that began with Chapter 02 in the Central US region this March - turned out to be a success, and we're booking Chapter 03 in the same vein.

What that means is: we're now accepting host inquiries from people in and/or around the cities listed for June and July this summer.

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Five Years Removed

I loved the girl who'd smoke Reds with me into the morning at the park by your place, but I love the fitness guru with the dirty glances at my tobacco-infidelities ten years removed just the same. Thank you for the differences. Thank you for change.

Dont Sink Tour (CH. 03)

I am pleased to announce that I will be taking the Correspondence (a fiction) story back out on the road for the third in a series of DONT SINK tours that will be taking place around the country this year. Just a couple of weeks ago, I wrapped up Chapter 2, and was incredibly happy with the way the tour went. We were able to create a unique experience for people that was above-and-beyond a "normal show." 

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F*ck Death (Happy Resurrection Day)

The wake of death is a mountain. Our ankles roll in crags that are love and loss and confusion and anger and time and memory. Cancer should have not stripped the strength away from our friends. The cold should not have come to take away our fathers. Razors should not have bled the life from our lovers. Age should not have claimed the youth in our grandparents' eyes. Death was not always a part of life. It did not always come to reap a harvest. Nor will it forever reign. Hope is not buried in a grave. Whether you have loved and lost, or feel like you are losing, death is not the bookend. Death only spilt blood that spoke a better word.

Knowing As A Widow[er]

I pictured you both as children.
As dreamers. As dreaming as though till death do we part
were no more than words on a page. 
As unafraid. 
As omniscient as youth is on a wedding day, 
when love hopes all things, and believes all things,
and promises to do the same
when love must bear all things, and endure all things, 
when all things change. 

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Dear King

Dear king,  I wonder how your wife is? The priests are praying for you and the prophets are convinced that the efficacy of your fathership - your model of adopting the fold of the fatherless - rebounded to compound upon the sense of insignificance that left your kids broken chains in the legacy that became your gospel. 

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Crowdsourcing A Tour

To a certain degree, I've always crowdsourced tours. That's sort of what independent, touring artists or musicians have to do without booking agencies and managerial backing. Sure, over the years, I've built relationships with a few go-to people around the country who have always been down to help, but since the majority of them are regular ol' people - great people, but not vocational promoters - they're often not in the same place, or available with the same resources, once you come through next time around.

Top Albums of 2015

As is usually the case, I’ve come to this list in a state of frantic confusion. Frantic, because I’m trying to remember what in the world I listened to this year, and confused, because I don’t know why I never keep track of what I know I’ll want to write about come December, and I’ll spend the whole 12th month knowing I’ve got a list to write, but knowing I have no idea if I even listened to ten new albums that came out on that calendar.