Any and every major Indigenous arts event feels like Christmas — at least the part where it brings everyone together. (My favourite part.)
It’s warm, it’s golden, it’s got a star-studded pretend band.
From the first ever song I remember being inspired by, to loss (as ever), to my new band name with Rosanna Deerchild.
Once a tour is complete, there can be such a blurring of faces, backdrops, and events. There are also so many vivid and brilliant moments; some of them are still reverberating, shining, giggling, swaying, sighing in my thoughts and bones.