Today, I am giving you the option of a Monthly Fraction Membership. But I'm going to give you a lot more with it...
Introducing Fraction. Every single one of us is a part of the whole – and that includes you. You matter. I tell you as often as I can. This project is also a part of the whole of what Levi The Poet is – and not only will Fraction provide the resources necessary to make the Weekly a self-sustaining project, it will help fuel the creation of new albums, poems, videos, books, studio time and more.
I often base my top albums of the year off of the memories that I have associated with listening to them. I feel like what you are about to read will not be as much a review of each of these albums, as it will be a reminiscing of the times that I experienced them, and the things that most affected me in those moments.
Three years ago, my friend Kris Rochelle (Listener / Red Sweater Lullaby / normal human being) suggested that we plan a Christmas tour. I thought it was genius. It was an opportunity for us, as friends, to get to spend time together, and to spend a good amount of that time with the people who've literally made our projects possible as a poet and musician who get to share our art with the world... at a Christmas party.
We captured the F|W 16 line of what will be an expanding LTP Essentials collection in the East Downtown (EDO) district of our city. EDO is a small neighborhood along Historic Route 66, just east of the railroad tracks that split Albuquerque from the South, and run North as far as Santa Fe. It's a unique spot, architecturally, in an up-and-coming part of town that boasts beauty and color like no other part of town.
I had the chance to sit down with Josh & Andy to have what turned out to be a pretty vulnerable and candid conversation about the relationships that exist between artists and fans, what it feels like to know that those relationships are directly connected to sustaining a livable income, thoughts on a person’s online persona as it relates to professionalism and the risks taken to be a genuine human being, and identity and worth as they relate to what we do and who we are.
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.
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.
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.
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.