You Weren’t Supposed To Hear This

Music

Apr 14

Dearest Ratties,

Today, I humbly present a mish-mash of questionable delights.

While generally competent at keeping secrets, I am currently of the mind that "you can't take it with you" and "dopamine is a necessity"—and so we shall live as though this moment is all there is. Thus, I am spoiling the secret of the secret "Girls Will Be Girls" b-sides being built today. Only for you, naturally. The video is private.

Fun fact, while we're here: recording humming is considerably trickier than I had assumed. I was certain I'd done it before, but I cannot have—surely I would have remembered the not-insignificant horror of hearing the nasal quality a microphone picks up when one is attempting to sound "intimate" and "charming." I'm still working on this in Striped Stocking Studio now, and will report back when I've sorted out why it just sounds...creepy.

Next, a random thought: I believe we can all agree that certain days feel like a nightmare. But a nightmare is still a dream. And if this life is a dream—which I am, it turns out, in very good company in suspecting—then the nightmare framing is simply a lens through which we look at the dream. So, is it the experience or the lens that causes the suffering? Because if I were to look at an ordinary Tuesday through the "nightmare" lens, I could certainly find a way to make that my reality.

Finally, I left an Inner Circle Tea Party live video chat room open all night and woke to find Inmates with bed-head having coffee in there this morning. This confirmed my long-held suspicion that connection is everything.

Thank you for letting me connect with you today. I hope you are as tickled by the wheezing accordion in the video above as I am (only the second time I've used one...and extra biscuits if you can name the first!).

And if you are already inside the walls—I’ll see you tomorrow, live from Striped Stocking Studio. The British Bakeoff version of Girls Will Be Girls isn’t going to orchestrate itself.