Ground Control Touring

Avsha is an artist and multi-instrumentalist from Atlanta, GA

When writing music, I am in a convulsing state. It is a convulsion that has no warning sign nor a clear space to occupy. Every song begins like this. As a child, I felt these events as anxiety and unjust torment. I needed something I really couldn’t place. I would complain that I was being punished by a means I couldn’t articulate and for a purpose I would never know. Playing Chopins Mazurka No. 5 in my living room on a baby grand piano was my very first convulsion. I felt relief. However the convulsion was different, it felt old and smelly. I felt myself wanting to feel calm so badly, that I myself was turning into a 200 year old polish loner with gray hair on my knuckles and an always snotty tissue up my sleeve to offer my great grandchildren:

So I edged closer and closer to a permanent metamorphosis. For 10 years, my body grew an overcoat and a combed-over balding head. These were minor convulsions, though they would hold my over until my Greatest one. The one that overtook me and overwhelmed me 10 years after my very first.

I wrote my first music at 14, a song called sewing. It stopped me from growing a pair of old loafers from the digits of my toes. This made my convulsive cycles known to me. The long torments of guilt, shame, joy, and confusion filling a pool with no border that, when having drunk enough, would lead me to a singular, muscular,  body of music.

I have had my first convulsive laugh I’m pretty sure. And I would like you to know about it.