Dearest Clam friends, I wanted to pop by and check in with everybody. As you know, in the blink of an eye my life as I knew it and LOVED, it went POOF right up in smoke. My fiancé, my dream man, my farmer Joe has passed away. My world has been crushed, my beloved future disappeared and I’m left here still stunned, shocked, ripped off and deeply devastated. Time makes no sense anymore, it’s incredibly fast and painfully slow all at once. In this month that has passed, although I am intimidated by the mysterious and painful road ahead, things that have become clear to me is that my friends and family have showed up. Big time. Also, fans have showed up. Big time. It’s been scary and exhausting wondering if I should take a chance and play these upcoming shows, or if I should hide away and try to heal quietly. I have no idea what the right move is, but I know Joe wouldn’t want me hiding inside, missing chances out there. He would want me to connect with you all and do what I love. I’ve said it before but need to say it till everyone hears it, music is medicine. It’s mine, it’s yours, it was definitely my Joe’s. That being said, it’s time to “gird my loins” (thanks mom) and play these darn shows. As of now, GONERFEST, we’re coming, Frantic City we are coming, DEZERT Daze we are coming, Mosswood Meltdown we are coming. Im fragile, I’ll probably have some tears, but I will be channeling the Ultimate Warrior, running into the ring, swift and sweaty (metaphorically) fringe flying, for my Joe. See you soon Love Shannon