Author Archives: Michaud Savage

I owe a soulful bow to Eric Banks and The Esoterics, who this Sunday brought me to tears, then into a full wailing cry with Privilege.   I swear I’m a musician, and I am also helping to produce Danse Infernale, the fundraiser kick-off for Nova Audeo (a new dare), a night at Benaroya Hall featuringContinue reading “2013.04.14. Seattle, WA”

I am pleased to announce this upcoming show: Here you can get more information about the event, but, for the sake of SEO’s, Come check out this show at The  Barrelhaven with Honey.Moon.Tree, Jasper T, Midnight Parade, The Parade Schedule, and myself. Bring a friend, bring some monies, and bring the great best out inContinue reading “2013.01.23 Seattle, WA.”

Starting the Sunday before Thanksgiving I took a 2-week job to handle and transport to and from Miami. 36 days and 30 state lines later, with 5 days off, I made it back to Seattle where I will be staying. LA, it was a sweet and short affair, may we meet again in not soContinue reading “2013.01.09 Seattle, WA.”

A new place, an old climate, more music. I’ve left Orcas for now and, after 2 weeks in Seattle, have made my way to Los Angeles. I don’t recall Seattle ever being so good to me as the last 2 weeks ago I spent there. Thanks to Justin Froese and Adra Boo for their timeContinue reading “2012.11.09. Los Angeles, CA.”

Many thanks to The Lycaeum for it’s generous support and kind wisdom that helped bring my first solo release, the Patience Relief EP, into the world! This release is the precursor to my forthcoming LP, expected to be completed in November 2013.  

At first an unfolding, later a grown thing; A mistake as I look back to the signs early on. Now it’s a lifestyle a superposition. For each wisdom, a hubris to incise, extract, unfold and make a grown thing.

Beyond reason and doubt and judgement and sides Is the cool night in the trees Where you can see time in a timeless way WIth the night as bright as day   Where a sweet murmur becomes song, Where love is a chorus With the people and the trees Everybody gets healed with their seeing.Continue reading “2012.08.17 Orcas Island”

With dust your deft grip emblazoned my wrist and face in a brand , the hot smell of a burning.   My wanting did more to destroy me than you ever could with dreams, and fantasies, litling phrases and the constant maintenance.     It was the the day before yesterday I thought about crying,Continue reading “2012.08.14”

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