to Ladysmith...and beyond!

The last few days in Montreal were spent in preparations for our tourcation (half  tour, half vacation) and in scrubbing the dirty out of our apartment. Why is it you start to see how grimy your place is, only when someone else is about to be living in it? (I found a hair in the freezer!) (why do moths go to die in a dish rack?)

A friend of the family (<<I like saying that), Simon, is getting a taste of freedom:  living parents-free, rent-free and as close as one can live to la Banquise in exchange for taking care of the kitties. 
When he came over, I asked him if he knew how to use a record player....as I was showing him, thinking how cool this must be for him, I realized how uncool he must think I am listening to Van Morrison.

Erik and I packed the night before (partly because our last trip we woke up 15 minutes before we were supposed to be at the 30-minutes-away- airport). Pretty uneventful flights, except waking up with my shoulder on the guy who wasn't Erik.

The last year has been good to us. Filled with writings, recordings, mixings, masterings, album launches, tour planning and I know we are both thinking...could we do this full time?! This is the life I imagine for myself at 25. Took a bit longer to get here but at 32 I'm realizing that things happen when they are meant to, and not necessarily at all when we want them to.

Now here we are on the west coast. The only place in north America where Erik and I feel we can truly relax. The endless Montreal to do list has transformed into a Ladysmith to do not list. Erik's lovely sister, Lizzie, picked us up and we spent the evening with her, Erik's parent's and 3 year old Maya, who we took the beach as the sun was going down. I love how within hours the whole world can change. There we were walking down the path to transfer beach with Bert (cutest cocker ever), and Maya is picking flowers and telling us "I like doughnuts!". I replied "I like turtles!" and she said "noh, I'm talking about food only"

last week in Montreal we had Erik's album launch at our house in the company of our friends. I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary, but as Erik started playing his set in our living room, the space got soft and warm and electric, filled with an energy so peaceful and joyful and connected that I'm still buzzing from it. Who needs alcohol when you have all. This.

This is my first blog and I have no specific aim or theme. It's as new to me as this tour is, as being in love is, as letting go is. It will be an exercise in authenticity and an attempt at unredundency, which wasn't a real word prior to now.  Erik read this entry this morning and said "Now when something happens I am going to wonder if Tasha's going to write it in her blog"  .... and yes, that's probably right!

Here's to the openness and the tranquility and adventure of days to come....