Oh for sure always sucks when you're excited to see someone and look at the ticket prices and say no thanks , or when it's completely unaffordable Got tickets for the second nyc show
Got 2 for the first Boston show. Expensive and pretty high in the balcony but still like it way better than seeing her at Mohegan Sun
Yeah, I had Mohegan open as a backup, but I also felt like it went against the entire vibe this tour was going for haha.
Cologne tickets secured. and they were only like $40 after fees which is crazy compared to what some of you have paid!
Finally got through for a Leeds ticket. The two options were either Balcony or Stalls Standing. I wanted standing. When I finally got a ticket it's labelled as "DOWN", no mention of either Stalls or Balcony... I'm guessing DOWN means downstairs and so is the Standing option. I'll be gutted if I'm stuck upstairs or in some random section...
Bought Lorde tickets last week. Just realised they're on the same day as my tickets to see MCR across the other side of the country. The odds were not in my favour :(
fun little find in her book, on the very last page inner-cover, it faintly says "blink 3 times when you feel it kicking in 2021"
theres a new moon on friday i think so lines up with her natural events release schedule. although rumour was 'mood ring' was the next single
Hello! Thought I’d pop in. Been a cool strange couple weeks since we last spoke. I left New Zealand for the foreseeable future, mooched in LA for a bit, and then headed east. It’s always a pretty wild adjustment back into American life for me, particularly due to the zones I move in — I had true culture shock walking into my (very fancy) hotel room, and actually txted my manager in a panic, like is this too expensive? Are we sure this is ok? Another weird moment of culture shock onset shooting a thing (which I’ll maybe be able to share in next newsletter!) outdoors, everyone was sweating in jean shorts, looking like people, and I was wearing an archive Prada bolero top, hair and makeup pristine. I felt like a freak, you know? Like a fancy little goldfish in her own special bowl. I know you know this, but pop star world is ridiculous and extravagant and excessive and very looks-focused, and I’m reminded of the deep oddness when I’ve been away from it for a while. Anyway. Been going on long walks around the city, which is at its most juicy and delicious and vibrant, going to the studio when I can, starting to talk to journalists and shoot stuff and generally start to become the physical embodiment of my work. Lots of the time, I feel like a brain in a jar, or like this drawing of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s called the transparent eyeball (which I highly recommend you Google, because it’s very much a Solar Power guiding light), but around this time, I’m reminded that I do in fact live in a body that people can see, and it helps communicate and symbolise the work I’ve made. So trying to walk a lot, look at people and things and generally (I hate this phrase every time anyone uses it and I’m inviting you to hate me now) ground myself, and each day that passes sees me become a little more in it, a little less shy about everything and a little more ready to invite you in. Really, I want you to have the whole album tomorrow. But we’ll get to all that. I was up late last night, scrolling through the Notes folder on my iPhone. Notes has become sort of this mythical zone for the modern songwriter, as with Voice Memos, and it’s true — we are all writing every fucking song using these two applications. When i think about any romantic notions I may have had as a kid of writing my songs elegantly in a notebook with pen, I laugh. The truth is, my written hand is really slow. Typing is the fastest I can get something out, and speed is key. But my Notes app also functions as a sort of interesting time capsule— I can see lists of groceries or Christmas gifts I needed to buy years ago alongside deep thoughts about where I’m at and what I’m making as they start to form. I took some screenshots last night, cause I thought it could be of vague interest to you. Starting here, late 2018. Hadn’t started writing anything for this album, but having thoughts about it. And starting to hate being online. Thinking more about myself as a domestic person, a partner, a mother. Kinda interesting, no? Hope you’re good, and doing some fun summertime shit if you can. Oh, I forgot to say, I was here for 4th of July, my first ever. We rode around Amagansett on bikes at dusk, parked up at the beach and stood on the sand for a few minutes. I had eaten a gummy. The light was gold and misted. Wealthy people were sunning themselves. It was distinctly surreal and beautiful, with something simmering underneath — America. Speak soon, E x