Tacocat and friends play Thursday, December 15, at the Showbox. Emily Nokes
What. A. Fucking. Year.
It’s difficult to summarize the past 12 months within the frame of “So how was all that touring and being a musician and stuff?” Time is a bizarre frenemy, and reaching backward into 2016 feels heavier than it would have, say, one month ago.
Tacocat, my band, has been with me longer than any pet, partner, job, or hair color. This was the year we were able to do it bigger and better than before. We have toured at least once a year for the past nine years—nearly a third of my life—including about 110 days of 2016. (Before I continue, I want to acknowledge the obvious fact that the opportunity to do any of this is pure privilege.)
