Bodies of Water Twist Again Tour
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Our album "Twist Again" came out ten years ago. We'd been touring, recording, doing music stuff full-time for four or 5 years right upward until the record came out, at which point we essentially stopped working on music for quite a while. This was a niggling ironic, because that record has been listened to a lot more than than anything else we've ever made (which isn't saying a whole lot, only may be interesting to you if you're the type who wonders about whether your preferences are shared by the rest of humankind). It was a fun record to brand, and I feel fine about it. Hither'south the story:
The ring was me (David), Meredith, Kyle Gladden, and Jessie Conklin when it started, and that'due south who built the grouping and made the first two albums. But even though we toured in our very own 1991 Toyota Dolphin Form C motorhome (which was a novel and luxurious experience for us at that fourth dimension), Kyle and Jessie became disillusioned with life every bit traveling musicians, and they decided to quit and do other things (teach, actually, both of them, which is a useful task). Correct at that fourth dimension, Meredith and I got decorated with our other band, Music Go Music. It was sort of a natural-disco group. We'd sworn that nosotros'd never play live Simply we briefly became a well-regarded group in England, and and so we had a big-time label and managers and all that stuff. And they wanted the states to make a proper go of it and paid us to go play all over England. So we broke our promise to ourselves and toured around with that band. We had a tour managing director and a audio guy and stayed in hotels (which was a novel and luxurious experience for the states at that time). We were moving upwards in the world AND, for the first time in years, were making some money. And for like five minutes that grouping was heralded and decorated, but that didn't terminal long. The label (Mercury) seemed to think that we'd exist successful in a height-40 type of style, which we were skeptical near from the very commencement (and nosotros were right) Simply when people want to invest in your fine art, it'due south usually ameliorate to go along your caput down and be tranquility until you cash the check (a principle that we never were able to consistently live past, although in this case we did it until the accelerate came through).
Above: Music Become Music with Shetland Ponies
Some of those songs became liked by various people in the world of dance or electronic music and there were all these remixes of the songs and that kind of thing. I even saw a video of some DJ playing our stuff at a big rave on a Thai embankment, which was surreal. And people cheered when the beat dropped, but I bet they were like 95% drunk tourists, so this isn't as special as y'all may think. If the locals cheer, then you're onto something. If the drunk tourists are the but ones cheering, you might be trash. Footnote: one of the guys who was in BoW when nosotros made the "Spear in the City" record, Sam Suppipat, left America to go alive in Thailand with his dad on their mushroom farm, simply he apace became disillusioned with life in rural Thailand and moved back to the United states of america. The straw that broke the camel's back was that he kept seeing people in their village beating their dogs. That'south hard to be effectually. At present he lives in Henderson, Nevada, and I heard from his brother that he's pretty happy there (I oasis't spoken to him since the movement).
And then anyhow, later on the Music Go Music experiment wound down, we got busy with Bodies of Water, and asked old friends Laura Steenberge and Noah Smith to make a tape with usa. Laura played the stand up, acoustic bass, and Noah played drums. Some of the songs accept bass guitar instead, which I played. Likewise, Alice Lin and Steve Cvar played some drums, so it was kind of a hodgepodge.
To a higher place: David, Laura, and Noah in the living room.
Here are some facts:
1. We used the Music Become Music money to purchase recording equipment so that nosotros could record ourselves at domicile. And nosotros did, in the living room of our house in Highland Park. The chamber was where we put the recording stuff, and then the drum kit and piano and all the instruments were in the living room. It has wood floors and high ceilings covered in that acoustic popcorn, so stuff sounds overnice in that room (especially a drum kit). And we gear up and played in there. I've got to scrape that popcorn off the ceiling though. It's even so at that place, ten years after. Likewise, chunks of the plaster have been falling out of the ceiling and onto the floor, which is pretty jarring. They hit the floor and shatter in a cloud of asbestos. No joke, this is ongoing in my house.
3. People who played on the record: David Dominique (trombone), Joe Tepperman, (trombone), Heather Lockie (viola), Andrew Duncan (trumpet), Cat Lamb (as well viola), Julie Carpenter (violin), Alice Lin (drums), Steve Cvar (drums), Brian Walsh (sax & bass clarinet), Amy Deaderick (horn), and Katie Faraudo (horn). Lots of contumely, now that you mention it.
4. TECHNICAL INFORMATION SKIP THIS IF YOU DON'T Like TECHNICAL INFORMATION. The organ nosotros used was a Baldwin "Interlude with Fun Machine." You can hear this organ more often than not on "One Hand Loves the Other." We sold it to a neighborhood guy later on the record came out, it was simply as well big to keep. Matt Kivel let us borrow his marimba (also heard about on "One Hand..."). Noah let me use his nylon string guitar, which he Found in a dumpster while riding his bike to work downtown. Ane man's trash is blah apathetic blah. I borrowed it from him and and so kept it for like 2 years before I gave it back, which I actually feel terrible nigh. This dumpster-guitar is front and eye on "Lights Out Forever," which is one of my favorites. Fun fact: that song was a ane-accept Suzy. Since it'due south simply two instruments, we decided to do that 1 the former-fashioned manner, no comps or edits or anything, just sit downwardly and play it together (sit down downwards figuratively; Laura was continuing upward), and it came out groovy. I'm reaching back through time to pat us on the dorsum for that 1. Guitars: Stratocaster and Jazzmaster. Note: I am from Fullerton, CA and grew up pretty close to where Leo Fender lived and worked, then I accept a soft spot for his inventions. Guitar amps: Gnaw and Bandmaster. Bass: I don't know what kind of bass Laura played, I don't know anything about those stand up basses. Vocal Concatenation: U87 - API 312 - LA2A. Drums: Tama star-something (I could walk out the garage and bank check, but it'southward too cold and I don't feel similar it. If yous need to know, e-mail me). On the songs that have a bass guitar (such as perennial favorite 'Open Rhythms') it'southward an old Rickenbacker 4003. What color? Fall-glo.
Above: David & Noah recording. That's the "Autumn-Glo" bass.
v. What are the most popular songs on this record? Thanks to the "Spotify for Artists" app, this is an easy i to answer. "Open Rhythms" is many times more popular than any other song we've e'er made, which is funny because it'south all laid back and chilled-out, which is pretty much the opposite of what our people had come to await from u.s.a. by that point. Second place is "Like A Stranger." Why? I don't actually know. The horns came out sounding nice, and Alice'south drumming was great. Very locked in. Information technology's kind of a "Love Shack" way duet, too, which people like (or at least they like to sing duets; I love the b-52s, but human I'yard tired of hearing people karaoke that one). Honorable mention? "Rise Up, Careful," "One Hand Loves the Other," and "Mary, Don't You Weep."
half dozen. What's the least popular song on the album? I can answer that too, I have the data. It's "You Knew Me And then Well." Is it because it's the concluding song on the album, or just because it's a terrible song? We'll never know. Runners up: "New Age Nightmare" and "In Year Thrall." Feel gratis to send me an email letting me know which of our songs y'all hate the most, I'd love to know! I actually would.
seven. In that location exists a 12" (Addict Records 002 expect it upwards) featuring a "Balearic" remix of "Open up Rhythms" past Mudd. His name is Paul White potato but he goes past Mudd. I'd never heard of Balearic music until our music became Balearic. That'south how a lot of things go, though; you lot don't become casually and gradually acquainted with some thought, you just immediately get dropped into some manifestation of information technology and that'southward that. So at present we're forever linked to this sub-genre of EDM, which is fine with me.
That's all the "making of" information I tin call back of right at present. Then we finished the record in 2010, or so. And then put it out in 2011. And a couple months before the album came out, Meredith and I had a little baby. We'd never had one before, and then we didn't sympathize how they worked. We'd been asked to go on tour with that band Wild Flag, and assumed that we could just go on the tour and bring a footling baby with us. Simply then the baby was actually born and was colic-crazed and awake and screaming all the time (truly 1 of the worst babies in U.S. history) and we realized what fools we'd been. And so we bailed on that tour, which was a real slap in the confront because I'd been a big fan of the group Sleater-Kinney (two-thirds of whom were in Wild Flag) in my determinative years. Too, Carrie B (who played guitar in SK), used do a music cavalcade for NPR I think, and when Music Go Music came out, she wrote some pretty squeamish stuff about the group, which was very gratifying and I felt like nosotros owed her i.
Above: A video from Punk Rock Prom Night.
Anyhow dorsum to Sleater-Kinney. As teens, Eugene Ong and I took the train up to Berkeley to go to see Sleater-Kinney at a evidence called "Punk Rock Prom Night" at Gilman Street. His sister lived in San Francisco, and the program was to accept BART beyond the bay to her identify later on and slumber there. But after the show (which ended very late AND which we enjoyed, BUT in that location were like 9 bands on the bill, which is tiring) it was besides late and the trains weren't running and she was at work (she worked nights in a infirmary). So we decided to just sleep on the street, which seemed like an appropriate thing for a couple of teen posers to go do. And of course there were always lots of people sleeping in public in Berkeley, but this, counter-intuitively, made things more difficult because all the good spots were already taken. We tried some benches, under a bench, in a planter, in a doorway, merely nada actually clicked for us. We ended up going to a 24 hour doughnut shop and spent like 5 hours nursing our doughnuts. There was this dude that had a bunch of missing teeth that hung out with the states at our booth. Years before, he'd been in Hawaii, continuing on a cliff at the ocean's edge in the centre of the night, and he slipped off it onto the rocks below, and smashed out all his teeth, and this was before regular people had cell phones so he couldn't just call for aid from the rocks. He had to hook his way support the cliff in the dark and stagger to the highway with all his teeth busted out to flag down a car (speaking of "wild flags," oof). Anyhow, he fabricated it out alive, but his teeth were even so in the sea somewhere. Sadly, we talked to him for hours, and this was apparently the only interesting thing that had ever happened to him. Or maybe that's merely a tough story to follow and then everything else felt ho-hum. When you have a story that interesting in your pocket, you've got to be careful when you lot decide to tell information technology. Do you save it for last, so yous can leave on a high note? Or tell it early in the conversation to make sure that the teens in the shop don't exit before they become to hear it? It'southward tough; once yous claw somebody with a story like that, you lot've got to follow information technology up with some other banger, or it's a huge anti-climax. Very deflating. Only he only hadn't (yet) had the life experiences to deliver a solid second story. I hope and pray that the Lord has given him some better material in the years since and so. I should note that, similar the toothless human being, a lot of our bug in this situation could accept been avoided if nosotros'd had smart phones, but we didn't. I'k pretty sure that in the days earlier cell phones, people were tougher and more resourceful. How could they fail to exist? Merely they also were e'er getting lost and/or showing up late to stuff and/or dying while trying to claw their mode back up a cliff, so I guess it's a wash.
In a higher place: Not super relevant, but I googled "homo teeth in the ocean" and here'south what comes up. It's a sheepshead fish. The guy on the right defenseless this one. Very fun hat.
I should add that we didn't dress upward for Punk Rock Prom Dark. Some people had ripped upwards tuxes and gowns and stuff. And they wrote all over them with sharpies, that kind of thing. Everyone who dressed upwards did some version of the same Punk Stone Prom outfit. My semi-educated opinion is that the most punk stone thing you lot could do is get to the mall and rent a nice tux from Gingiss, or get a beautiful gown from Camille La Vie and simply habiliment that. Expect really clean and nice. Go your makeup done, fresh haircut, you get the thought. Nobody ever seems to have that level of refractory awareness of their own scene though, so Punk Rock Prom Night concluded upwardly existence a very conformist event. Everyone already knows that the punk compatible eats itself, simply nobody agrees on what comes next. How tight does the spiral get? This is something I'll have to write more nearly later, when I have a little more leisure time (Yes, I consider this leisure. You lot may be surprised to discover that I don't make any money writing this garbage). I love to imagine a sort of evolved Punk Rock Prom Night at a ballroom in the Sheraton where anybody looks polished and clean in their tuxes and gowns (no rips & tears, sharpies, white-out, studs, etc) and the chaperones are retired punks, similar Jello Biafra and Exene, wearing classic punk outfits. Could this dream ever come true?
I never adopted punk mode even though I liked that music. At the time I only wore t-shirts and pants (I would include a photograph here to prove this, only I have literally no photos of myself from the t-shirt and pants era. I just avoided photos back then. I'm sure there are some shots of me floating around, only I don't take them). Non long subsequently, I entered a phase where every sartorial decision I made was about saving coin. I mainly wore clothes that I got from friends who were about to throw them out. My belt bankrupt so I used an extension cord. My haversack broke, so I put all my school stuff in paper Trader Joe'south bags (I was in school). I didn't look roguish or anything, just indigent. Meredith and I were married not long after this (aye, we were super immature and people were alarmed), and here's a fun fact: multiple times, we were given free food in restaurants, and even handed greenbacks by well-meaning folks who (I guess) assumed (due to our mismatched, threadbare clothes and a downwards-simply-non-out demeanor) that we were going through some real hard times, even though, in reality, times were just low to medium-depression hardness for us. I know this kind of thing happens to everyone from time to time, you get extra fries on your tray when the social club arrives, or the cashier tells you lot not to worry virtually it when you point out that yous got an actress $iii back in change, but information technology wasn't like that for us. I'll give you an example: We were at the Goodwill in Glendale (Colorado Blvd) when our son was a baby, and we saw this antiquarian toy high chair from the '30s or '40s. It was painted with flowers and very mannerly, and even though it was obviously made for a doll, it was big enough for a baby to sit in. We had a high chair at home, but we were thinking that maybe he'd want to play with this chair and put toys in it. There was a guy in that location with a chihuahua who was likewise looking at this chair, merely when he saw us looking at it, he was like "Oh you have a babe, you should get it! I only wanted to put my canis familiaris in information technology." And we were similar, "No, it's fine, nosotros already have a high chair at dwelling, you should get information technology for your dog..." and he, apparently not ownership this, just backed away, proverb "No, information technology'southward fine, information technology'southward fine. Get it for your baby." And nosotros weren't going to chase this guy downwardly and explain how we didn't need information technology as our primary loftier chair, so we just let him exit. And then ten minutes later this old lady comes upward to us and says "My son is the guy with the chihuahua. He's outside in the car, and he wanted me to come dorsum in and give this to yous then you could get a burger" and she handed the states a x dollar bill. Very generous! So we thanked her, and and then left and bought burgers.
Above: This is what Meredith and I looked like back when we were getting money from strangers. Meredith is scraping glue off a floor in this photo Also, I forgot to mention that we did pretty well with strangers whenever I had open wounds and/or was limping (nearly always from a basketball or structure-related injury). That'due south why I included this motion-picture show of me with the scraped upward human knee. I don't think how I scraped my genu (I desire to say "bicycle?"). Anyhow, this should give you a more concrete picture of how pitiful we apparently were at that time.
Below: Me (David) in the present day. Definitely not punk.
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A moderately illuminating recent interview with David here.
An extract:
"Our biggest struggle has always been that our music is non well-liked by the general public. We underestimated how much of a disadvantage this would be! Nevertheless, we've tricked a lot of people into listening. We have almost 500 fans at present. At this charge per unit, we'll have over a yard fans past the time we outset dying. Right now, the group is Alice, Kyle, Meredith, and me. Alice will probably die commencement because she's had pleurisy off and on for years. I don't know if it will come up back, but I'm sure information technology's basically destroyed her lungs. Mind to her sing! Y'all can hear the damage. I'd guess the next to die will be me. I have unhealthy habits, I showtime off every day with coffee and NSAIDs on an empty stomach and usually won't eat until later on in the afternoon. I wound upwardly in the hospital with gastritis a while ago! Very painful. ALSO, I don't trust doctors AT ALL, so I may die from some super-treatable disease that I ignore. When I had typhus (I've written a lot almost surviving typhus, and I can't possibly get into that again – delight wait information technology up), I told the doctor "Listen, I think information technology's typhus" and he told me "I've been a medico for thirty years, I've never had a patient with typhus, you don't have typhus" merely Information technology WAS TYPHUS.
And right subsequently that, I started seeing signs in my neighborhood saying "PEOPLE IN YOUR Expanse Take BEEN INFECTED WITH MURINE TYPHUS" and I laughed and laughed because I was the people. Next to dice? I don't know, probably Meredith. She's got super strong arms from throwing pottery twenty-four hours in and day out just she doesn't exercise. Stress is her only means of getting her middle charge per unit up, and that can't be skillful. So I judge that leaves Kyle. He'll dance on all our graves. Just he'll weep while he dances because all his friends will be dead. Actually, he's got other friends besides us, then he'll just be dancing."
Highly recommended.
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"Is This What Information technology's Like" is our newest record and is now "out."
There are a few ways to listen:
Spotify
Apple Music
Soundcloud
IF you want to buy a re-create on vinyl, yous can do it on Bandcamp. Warning: we'll ship these to Europe, but information technology's pretty expensive. If you're in the United states, information technology'south cheap, there's nada to worry about.
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The video for "Women in Love" stars: Kate Shelton, Thom Shelton, Bernadette Metcalf, and Meredith Metcalf.
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More than New Music! Listen to "I Knew Your Blood brother" on spotify, apple music, or soundcloud.
There's likewise a music video, and a nice piece on the vocal in Nether the Radar.
This one is also from "Is This What It's Like" (see below), which will be out on February 12.
A few notes on this one:
I Knew Your Brother
I knew your brother so well
And your mother, none could tell
How we'd got to be such friends
Yes, I knew her 'til the end
And your father, he too
Came around there, and I knew
All near him, by and by
And I knew his violent side
And you, oh you
Were the one I hardly knew
Though we'd steal away to get stoned
Nonetheless I always felt solitary
Near the rocks, where you broke your knee
Was a burning maple tree
And the fledgling minivets
Were all leaping from the nest
Driving in that final day
It all seemed and then out of place
In the planter by the shed
I saw your tie-neck blouse in shreds
You came running across the sand
With a brick held in each hand
The cabana was in flames
You lot were screaming out my name
If you oasis't listened to the song yet, you probably ought to before standing on. Are yous listening? Know what you're hearing? Drums, piano, bass, and guitar. And singing. I played the piano live FYI - the mastering guy didn't believe it, he thought it was some midi thing. But it's a person! And that's why I'm telling you, because I'g bold y'all'll be surprised to learn this, too. I'm only an OK piano player, but I can play some arpeggios! Information technology'south the only thing I've ever been good at.
Then, nearly this vocal...at some fourth dimension, you've probably met the family of someone who you don't know as well as yous'd ordinarily know someone whose family you were virtually to meet. And y'all learn about this person by seeing a sort of primordial version of them with their parents, brothers, sisters. And you see the ways genes tin can scramble and coagulate in dissimilar people. The same tenderness or anger is there, only moves through each of them in their ain way. And you have the altitude to see connections between them that they tin can't; the unique way that this unhappy family is unhappy, LOL.
This has happened to me (getting dropped into some misfiring domestic tableau), although I don't call back information technology'due south ever culminated in violence. But violence is patently only a symptom, not the disease. And what is the disease? The will to power! The innate need to modify those you love because they're a part of y'all, and because, just past existing, they hold some wavy funhouse mirror up to yous, making you look at your own ugliness. The desperation this creates volition eddy over, eventually. What'southward the set for this? I don't know. Relax? Hold things with an open hand? The usual stuff. Yous know what they say..."Reconciliation ways to accept the radical otherness." The trouble is that your family is non radically other, only slightly not y'all.
Back to the story. How was this person running beyond the sand carrying bricks so soon after breaking their articulatio genus? Information technology'south just 1 of those continuity errors in our songs that all the fans delight in. If you break your articulatio genus, it will exist months earlier you run anywhere. At least that'southward what I read online. Actually, I just went back and reread the lyrics and realized that the cleaved knee is just pointing out where the rocks were, the break itself could accept happened at any fourth dimension. It could have been twenty years prior to the discovery of the burning tree! There'due south no issue here.
What's my favorite part of the song? When they come across the blouse in the planter. Too, the way the hi chapeau sounds.
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"Is This What It's Like" is the new anthology coming out on February 12. Every Little Bird
"Every Little Bird" is the first song from it, and yous can hear it on spotify, apple, soundcloud, etc.
Every cloud began as mist that rose from ocean waves
Every little bird crawled out from a cleaved egg
Every redwood tree came from a seed among the ferns
And every kind of snake that crawls the world was born a worm
Every chardonnay started out as pinot gris
And every waterbed was once a corduroy settee
Every leather mask came from a steer out on the range
And all my love for y'all, it started out as something strange
Y'all know the story of the Ship of Theseus? Starting time they replaced the mast, and so the hull, then the deck, etc, etc, and somewhen nil of the original ship remained, which fabricated the crew wonder if it was notwithstanding the Transport of Theseus. And if not, when did it become something else? Well, the crew realized that people are the aforementioned manner. They aren't the same bunch of cells they were x or twenty years ago.
So what'southward the through-line? Memories? Even when nosotros call up something, we're remembering the last fourth dimension we recalled the memory of the thing, rather than the matter itself (don't scoff, this is true, look information technology up!). And loving someone is the same as this; the way we dear is always an echo of how we loved before. And the object of our love is changed by our love for it. And then, only as our honey is in flux, so is its object. And these grow with one another and because of one another. And, just as mist rises up into clouds, and worms grow to get snakes, beloved's change is inexorable and essential. Unchanging honey is not really love! And all of us know this instinctively, simply it feels good to inflict this message on the world.
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David spoke with Erez Schatz of מִשְׁדָּרֶשֶׁת
Listen to the interview here — the first viii minutes or so are in Hebrew, then in english language later on that.
If you're having trouble with the role player, heed straight here.
מזל טוב
I was invited to compile a top x list for 'Dusted,' and Hither It IS.
It'southward a listing of 10 photos.
They posted it a while agone, only I've been trying to wait less at feeds and devices (with mixed results), so I didn't know this list was out in public until today. Hope y'all are all doing well!
The photograph above is past Ted Pushinsky.
DARK WATER
The cast and coiffure:
Human - Ron Strand
Woman - Meredith
Cop - Colin Boyd
iPad Man - David
DP - Mustafa Zeno
AN Of import NOTE:
I didn't fully capeesh of the latitude or depth of anti-vaping sentiment in the music industry until we started working on making and publicizing this video. One website later on another refused to partner with us as shortly equally they realized that our work was vape-friendly. Nevertheless, we persisted, and are happy to share this project with you!
Please REPOST this video AND our story, and help shine a calorie-free on the horrible discrimination that vapers face every unmarried day. They need your back up!
Side by side fourth dimension you lot come beyond a member of the vaping community, impact them on the shoulder or on the back of their neck (vapers require physical contact...draw them into your space) and tell them that you support the way they've decided to live their life. Speak slowly. Be at-home and direct; corruption has fabricated them skittish. The only mode to re-integrate these folks into society is through REACHING OUT. Change begins with you!!!!!
BREAKING INTERNATIONAL NEWS:
Our record 'Spear in the City' has wormed its way to the far corners of the world. Nosotros are always grateful when others listen to, and reflect on, our work. Beneath I've excerpted some of these writings from around the globe. The name of each state is a link to the total slice. (Translation assistance provide by "Google Interpret").
Russian federation: "It does not often happen that the group has existed for many years, has a skilful reputation in a very narrow circumvolve of connoisseurs, existence practically unknown to everyone else, and at the aforementioned time it feels great!"
Japan: "Country, mix American gospelish pop with American."
Belgium: "The potent markers of the beginning, the permanent spraying are no longer of course, but the voices in unison and the melodic sense never faulted are still there."
Austria: "One can feel with every tone a certain naturalness which is hard to locate and describe, but is e'er perceptible."
England: "It's probably best non to endeavour and second guess this ring to be honest."
Hither we are playing final Sabbatum- photo past Maximilian Ho
Thank you to everyone who came out to the How-do-you-do Chapeau on Sat! Information technology was so nice to see all of y'all. Andrew Duncan took this photo.
UPDATE:
The diagnosis is official; I had typhus! Cheers over again for all of the well wishes during my convalescence. I don't know why no one told me until a couple days agone that I'd tested positive for this (I got sick back in June), they're supposed to report that kind of thing to the CDC, et al, correct away. Maybe there is no similar obligation to tell the diseased person what had been afflicting them. Nevertheless, the mystery is solved.
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I am no longer sick, and feeling back to normal. Thank you everyone for checking on me and helping out while I was sick. As of now, withal no one knows what the problem was. The infectious disease doctor who was heading everything up went on a v calendar week holiday the solar day I got out of the hospital. I don't know where he is vacationing. The people in his office accept struggled in their efforts to find out about any of my tests, some of which take a week or two to yield any results. I'll let everyone know every bit shortly every bit I learn anything. On Instagram I promised to send a Macaroni Grille souvenir menu to whoever successfully diagnosed the problem, and I'm standing by that hope. All this to say, in that location'south still fourth dimension to send in your gauge. If there are no positive results, and my malady remains a "fever of unknown origin," I'one thousand going to Macaroni Grille past myself, and savoring the solitude (and, ideally, some macaroni).
NEWS
My recent illness and absence from the public sphere EXPLAINED...
Not too long ago I was washing dishes, and saw through the kitchen window that at that place was something out in back slinking forth under a grapevine. I jogged out in that location and saw that it was a possum (Opossum? Unlike ideas well-nigh how to write this). It was creeping along the fence pretty casually (they don't move very fast anyhow) until it saw me and stopped. I got every bit close every bit I could so that I could zoom in on my phone without the video getting also shaky. I filmed it staring at me for a few seconds, then waited for a while to run across what information technology would do. It didn't practise anything. In pictures the confront of a possum looks extremely long and pointed, much more evil than in person. I think the fur has a softening issue. Also, it'south eyes seem larger in person, less beady than they come across in pictures. Maybe if an animate being is staring into your eyes information technology makes their eyes seem larger? I figured I'd leave it alone, and information technology ran into some bushes when I got up. This was on May 2 (check my instagram, I posted a video).
Only 2 days afterward I was working out in the back and figured it was fourth dimension to put in those debate posts, so I went effectually checking the holes and emptying out any extra dirt that had fallen in. A lot of stuff seemed to have fallen into one of the holes, so I dug downward into information technology and brought up a spadeful of dirt. When I tossed the clay onto the footing, guess what was in it? Give up? A possum head. Information technology was mostly skeletonized, with bugs crawling all over it. I dug the residual of the body up out of the hole, which didn't look anything like a body. Just bones and connections with some pilus and dirt hanging on to everything.
Those holes were about 3 feet deep, so the possum must have fallen into one and non been able to go out. I buried what was left of information technology and so nosotros put in those fenceposts. I kept working back there most days for the next 3 or 4 weeks, until I got sick.
Now it's June 21st, and I'm in Glendale Adventist Infirmary after having had a fever for 2 weeks. The infectious disease doctor thinks I accept typhus, and in lieu of a positive examination issue (which won't be possible for a few more days), has decided to treat me for it.
Typhus is passed from infected rats, squirrels and possums to humans past fleas. You get it from the feces of the infected flea, so if there'due south some tiny diseased flea turds on your skin almost a flea bite, and yous scratch the bite, you lot could scratch the turds into the open wound and get typhus. Too, y'all tin can inhale dried up diseased flea turds if they're in the dust. How would I have contracted this? I don't know. I was reading today about how fleas will leave a dying animal to look for a new host. (This was an article on typhus written for workers that do dead animal pickup. God bless those guys, what a job. I wonder if whatever of them like it? Also, I wonder if whatever of them are women? Perhaps they accept a trade convention where amateur journalists tin can notice out more. Something tells me these guys would beloved to be interviewed.) At any charge per unit, there were almost likely lots of ex-possum fleas hanging effectually in the yard for a considerable role of the fourth dimension I was working back there.
Wasn't this encounter with the possum too long before the onset of my fever to be the cause? Maybe, the incubation time for typhus is six-14 days. My symptoms started on June 8th, so I would have had to been infected 3 weeks later on finding the dead possum. Can fleas live for 3 weeks crawling around in the dirt? I hope non, but I don't know. They might have just crapped all over for a few days and and then died, and when all that dust got kicked upwardly, pregnant with flea turds, I inhaled some of it. Likewise, these could be unlike possums, and this could just indicate to a possum problem. The literature I've looked at shows that in Southern California, typhus has hung on mainly because of the fleas that move between possums and cats. Texas, and Southern California (and sometimes Florida, of grade) are the merely places in America where you'll get typhus. Too there'due south some other potential culprit.
I was tucking my kids into bed on Jun 1st (I think), and as I was laying on my son's bed looking out of his chamber door into the kitchen I saw a rat just walking past the doorway. I ran out, and it had disappeared into the wall, then the attic, where I heard it subsequently scratching all around. The next nighttime it walked under my chair while I was sitting in the kitchen. I leapt out of my seat when I saw it, and it frantically skittered in place until it could get traction on the kitchen floor, and then took off out the back door. I bought some rat traps, and 2 days later 1 of them smashed it up in the cranium. The bait? Cheese. Classic. Around this fourth dimension I woke upward one morn with what I think were some flea bites on the back of my neck.
I don't feel similar I live in squalor. I'd never seen or had a rat on our holding, or a possum, until terminal calendar month. We have iii dogs, though, and for some reason they kept getting fleas on them, even subsequently giving them the drug Advantix. I have a holistic view of all this. Rather than pointing the finger at any one cause, information technology's well-nigh helpful to imagine a vibrant tapestry of illness, woven from fleas, possums, and rats, living and dead, and their turds. And their blood. And I guess some dogs too.
And so what happened to me? First the fever, then exhaustion, articulation hurting, headaches, and terrible night sweats (Every night I'd need ane or 2 changes of clothes to cycle through, and I slept on three or four towels so I could peel them off every bit they got drenched). When the fever would heat upwardly and go bad, I would become really disoriented. It was difficult to follow what people were talking about, hard to write out text messages. The worst part was that if my optics closed, I'd showtime seeing all this crazy stuff; lines and patterns, labels overlaid on everything. I knew it wasn't there, and would start getting very stressed out nearly it and have to open my optics to get it to stop. This was difficult at night because even with my optics open I'd outset seeing this stuff if it was too dark in the room for my eyes to focus on annihilation. I'd have to shine my phone up at the ceiling fan and look at it to endeavour and get my brain to calm downward.
As I type this, I feel okay. I'm tired and feel slightly impaired, just virtually a billion times better than I did last week, when I literally would sit for hours looking out the window because my brain couldn't handle annihilation else. I am much improved! And nobody knows why. Probably because thousands of people have been praying for me.
Ane of the many pocket-sized tragedies worth mentioning here is that I don't get to tell anyone that I got "typhoid fever." It's a different affliction than typhus. Typhus is fine (I supposedly accept Murine Typhus, to be specific), simply information technology's not one of the existent heavyweight diseases that you never hear near anymore; consumption, cholera, dysentery. The diseases of great literature. Those are chat starters. When someone at the party overhears that you have typhus, they may brand a mental annotation, merely they don't turn around 180 degrees and stare at you. To be off-white, I know some people don't want to exist stared at this way. The thing is, being turned around and stared at could exist interesting, if simply for this reason: moments after someone turns around to stare at you, you can tell if they're the type of person you'd like to talk to. You can tell just by looking at them, and how they move, and how they stare. Since they're the ones who inititated an unconventional encounter by turning around that mode (not innately a negative matter), you have full license to just walk abroad if you don't like the looks of them. It'due south a kind of ultra-fast ideal speed dating. Granted there are a lot of variables at play here, nigh notably that you need to have recently recovered from a bout of cholera, dysentery, or typhoid fever, and that this person needs to be impressed enough by that to abandon social mores and deed like a kid in your presence. Once that betoken is reached, however, the process is very fast, and you are in total control.
- DM
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