Kela

Kela

THESE FUCKING CATS: a newsletter retrospective

Friday, February 3rd, 2023: These Fucking Cats (Inaugural Missive) Greetings pals,  As I might have told some of you, I live in a neighborhood in L.A. with a particularly high feral cat population. There’s that expression, “breeding like rabbits,” but I…

Surviving the Housing Crisis

I wrote Underwater: a home of her own as a way to digest my experience of being a first-time homeowner during the housing crisis. Or, perhaps I should say a housing crisis; one of many in an endless chain of…

Music is terrible and it will ruin you

Like most of us, the second I wake up in the morning, I reorient to who I am and what I’m supposed to be doing here as my mind charges into a stream of problem-solving, anxiety-based strategizing, and hope-infused planning.…

the decolonization of music post no. 1

“We must decolonize our minds and re-name and re-define ourselves..in all respects: culturally, politically, socially. We must re-define ourselves and our lives, on our own terms.” -Max Roach, jazz drummer As quoted on Folukuke’s African Skies The decolonization of music…

Lyrics as Poetry

In addition to writing songs I also secretly write poetry (which you can find on my Patreon page if you have a hankering). But I also appreciate when folks regard song lyrics as their own type of poetry. Lyrics as…

The Ongoing Saga of My Baldwin Piano

If you have followed my blog at all over the past few years, you know that a) I own a magnificent 1912 Baldwin piano that I chanced upon for fairly cheap and shepherded into loving restoration by one of the…

Space is the Place

As part of the notoriously laborious process of moving to New York–which I brought upon myself voluntarily, with no job or major life reason other than to “try the New York thing,” as one of my NY veteran friends put…