I met Eli in the summer of 2021, when he was 21 and I was 35 and we both still had flip phones. He’d done a solo set at the first nyxy nyx show we did at Baby Gap, but I didn’t meet him til we talked outside the Broadway show we did in NYC a few weeks later. He’s one of those “I know we’re already friends” type friends. The temporary global shutdown of capitalism in 2020 had cracked me out of my biz-reactive jadedness and 2021 had blown my mind open with the actual power and magic and purpose of music, so I was happy to meet a younghead who confirmed my feelings of hope for myself and culture in the new world, post apocalypse-lite.
We did a show with them a couple years ago where Mel played flute, and it was so beautiful I asked her to come play on Pigworld, and then she ended up frosting the cake on like every song. Very easy magic. That’s how it felt watching them play this set in our living room. Casually magical, up on the tightrope dancing together with a touch of looseness and a laugh and landing it perfect every time.
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