I didn’t have learning how to inject insulin into a dog on my To Do list for staycation week, but hey: I’m clearly not in control of life’s dramatic twists and turns this year.
Alby the Miniature Schnauzer turned 10 this month, so when she started leaving puddles on the floor shortly after her birthday I wasn’t altogether surprised, but I didn’t expect our trip to the vet to garner this pile of accessories:
• a VetPen for administering insulin • an insulin cartridge • a box of needles • several information booklets and medication diaries and • our very own personal sharps bin
The staff at our local vet couldn’t have been more helpful, answering every little question we had and patiently working through all the elements of our new lifestyle of administering two injections per day on a strict 12-hour schedule. How to change the insulin cartridge, how to get the air out of the cartridge before use, how to administer the correct amount, what to do if she doesn’t eat enough before her injection is due, which diabetic food to switch her onto, what treats she can have now (none, sorry Alby!). What to do if she “has a hypo” aka her blood sugar goes too low (rub honey on her gums and get her to the vet asap).
This is the bit that scares me the most.
When I travelled to pick up my first Schnauzer, Mister Benji, in 2008, I spent the entire train journey giving myself a stern talking to. Echoes of my parents telling me off for not spending enough time with my very dull and not at all affectionate rabbit Bugs as a teen reverberated as I solemnly vowed to take the very best care of my new pup. I was ready. I’d wanted a dog my whole life and it was time. I knew I could do it. I decided to really enjoy the journey by making myself think ahead to the inevitable sad future where I would have to say goodbye to him, and I promised myself and him that I would see it through, whatever happened. And I did. Right to his last moments.
Forever love x
Benji and I enjoyed 14 very happy years together, and he was only briefly pissed off when, aged 7, he was required to welcome a new friend into the home: baby Alby. They were best friends pretty much immediately, cuddling up together, wrestling and chasing. It was so sweet.
Day 2 of living together: can you even spot the puppy?
I worried when Alby became an only dog that she wouldn’t know what to do with herself, but she was almost offensively, immediately, fine. Stretching out in Benji’s spot on the bed, expanding to fill the hole he left in our lives. Gotta love that ability to live in the moment.
When we invited Luna to come and live with us six months later, I hoped – and expected – the same best friend situation to blossom. It did not. Luna was given a very cold shoulder for about three months, after which Alby started to slowly relent and let her sit close by.
The grumpface of a Schnauzer cannot be matched. She’s smiling inside.
Three years on they’re good pals, but I now appreciate what a special bond these two had. Awwwwwwwww:
As we embark on this new, strict, routine, I admit I am feeling the weight of responsibility like never before. It’s not that I would ever forget to give Alby her insulin, or to make sure she’s eaten beforehand, or to keep cartridges and needles stocked up. That’s all fine. It’s the risk of the hypo that keeps me waking up to check on her through the night, and bothering her during the day. She’s a pretty snoozy dog. Is she feeling poorly, or is this just another normal nap?
I’ll keep a pot of honey on every floor of the house, just in case. And hopefully that beautiful grumpy face won’t mind me staring at her even more than usual.
Onwards we go.
It’s your turn to tell me how great your pet/s is/was/were – see you in the comments x
And please send healthy wishes for the brave girl.
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If you’re happy with the way you already listen to music, you don’t need this.
If you love sitting down to savour the sweet, sweet sounds of your favourite records with your feet up, indulgently sipping whiskey or tea or Vimto, if you enjoy the satisfying crackle as you lower the needle to listen to side two…if you’re perfectly happy with this already very beautiful experience – you don’t need this.
If you love CDs, the portability, the superb sound quality, the sheer amount of them that you can collect without making your bookshelves snap under the weight, you don’t need this.
You’re still here? Fine, I’ll tell you the whole story.
About a year and a half ago, an intriguing package arrived at my house, addressed to my husband Tim. I noticed it had Korean writing on it, and we were due to travel to Seoul two months later. So I wondered what on earth he was planning.
Turns out it was a coincidence. It was a box full of KiTalbums, sent to show off this new format to people working in music. I was thrilled and I immediately nicked one of the albums to try it out – and that’s how I first listened to K-pop!
KiT is a hybrid digital format, so it comes in a chunky box with fun extras like a booklet, photo cards, maybe some stickers and even a badge. And they all come with instructions and a little chain so you can wear it on your backpack. That’s a thing in Korea.
A KiTalbum connects to your phone through U-NFC technology. You just hold it to your microphone port and press a button. And it’s not just for music: there’s a tab for images, a tab for videos and a community tab.
Look – a little record player!
As well as including all of my music videos for “House of Stories”, I added two extra folders. One for the 21 track demos and rarities collection and another one for the album podumentary I made. If I want to, I can keep adding more things to this release. How cool is that?
From a music lover’s perspective, this is a portable immersive listening experience with high quality audio, exclusive content and a direct link to artists and other fans.
From an artist’s perspective, it’s an invitation to create that immersive world for your supporters, storytelling through music, video, text and images.
Can you see now why I was so excited when I first held one in my hands?
Muzlive started producing KiTalbums for K-pop labels in 2017. Now they want to branch out into the US and the UK. I was very keen to be part of that, so my latest album “House of Stories” ended up being the third album ever to be released on KiT in the UK.
It’s a very cool feeling to have released one of the first few English language albums on this format alongside one of my all time favourite albums. Me and Alanis, just hanging out there. We could be friends…
When Tim and I went to Seoul last May, we met up with Joe, the innovator behind KiT and founder of Muzlive and Eric, his Chief Operating Officer. We talked long into the night about our enthusiasm for these little boxes, and Tim and I vowed to try and help.
I appreciate forward-thinking ideas, good design and hard graft. I would be nowhere in my music career if I wasn’t the sort of person who kept pushing my own ideas through to completion, and I was immediately impressed by Joe’s vision and tenacity. He really wants this format to improve the lives of music lovers and music makers and I am so on board with that.
I just see so much potential in KiTalbums, so last month I accepted Joe’s offer to officially help them spread the word in the UK.
I don’t take this lightly. Integrity is everything to me. After building up my reputation on and offline for the past 20 + years, I will only ever back people and products I truly believe in.
So if you’re an artist, a manager or a record label person and you’re interested in finding out more about making your own KiTalbum, drop me an email at laura @ muzlive.com. I’d love to talk to you.
You can find out more about how this format works at www.kitbetter.com and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments: positive, negative or downright grumpy!
I’ll answer any questions you’ve got, but the very best way to really get to grips with a KiTalbum is to try one.
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What are you currently putting off? How can you simplify the process to make a version of your ideal outcome possible?
(I’ll explain the t-shirt modelling photos at the end…)
I had a lovely, nerdy chat with Katie Lee / KJ Lyttleton last week about how I manage my big email list, grown over the past 16 years, and how I keep my Substack subscribers (mostly) separate. Katie writes brilliant books, and brilliant blog posts, and in my opinion the people who read her books would love her blog posts, and vice versa, though maybe I’m just biased because I’ve been in touch with her since Twitter was decent (so, at least 15 years, maybe more like 18 – HOLY SHIT).
So we talked about that sort of thing for a while, and I firmly encouraged her to do nice fun things like make an unboxing video for her novels, which she did1, which nudged me to make an unboxing video for a new instrument that arrived here this week.
It’s been a weird few months here: I released my sixth solo album in April, scheduled in a little energy slump and a holiday and then got myself back up and running again, just in time to see my Gran for one last time before she (very peacefully) died. And then a sort of unravelling took place: a couple of weird, foggy months, and a gradual clearing to the point where I found myself finally able to sit down and do some actual work i.e. stuff that’s on my To Do list not all the other things I’d been packing those foggy months with i.e. gardening, reorganising every room, learning how to use an MPC from scratch, learning synthesis, etc etc.
Before all this – ** she gesticulates wildly ** – I’d planned to get right back into my YouTube-ing post-album release. From first enthusiastically sharing vlogs on the platform in 2007 (filmed on tape so a pause for some appreciative self-applause for actually getting so much edited), my energy and efforts petered out over time to the point where I was only using my channel to upload music videos and the occasional behind the scenes video. And that irked me so much, because I started making videos before I was making my own music, and I ran my own one-woman production company in London as my main freelance hustle for nearly 10 years before DSLRs took over and I decided to take a break and do other things for a bit.
Giving up on making and sharing videos hurt me. It was a big, ongoing regret. And it annoyed the shit out of me whenever I thought about it, because I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Clearly, I was busy doing other things like making albums and touring alongside trying to stay afloat through freelancing, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and I’ve never been any good at being realistic with time.
When I ended my first solo project She Makes War in 2019 and started planning my next one, Penfriend, I decided it was time to stop regretting. I would make the podcast I’d been thinking about for years, I would make a new YouTube channel, and I would actually put videos up there on a regular basis. And I bloody did it! For ages!
Of course now, blinking into the light as the trails of fog melt around me, I cannot fathom how I managed to make all that stuff.
Time has been acting weird recently, and because I was focusing on making and releasing my album “House Of Stories” – available on vinyl, CD and KiT box set direct from yours truly – from last May to this April, shifting from that single, big, long-term goal to my previous relentless weekly goals would have been quite a jump even if everything else had stayed calm.
Every time I thought about all the video footage that sits unedited on my collection of hard drives, or looked at my ideas list, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn’t imagine ever finishing a video and clicking the “upload” button. I think that’s why I made such a point of writing a blog post every week. I had to prove to myself I could still do things.
On Monday, inspired by talking to Katie and watching her unboxing video, and genuinely excited to unbox a brand new instrument called “Orchid”, I said “fuck it” and turned my camera on. I noodled around with the fun new thing, chucked the footage onto my computer, edited it in a couple of hours and uploaded it.
No overthinking, just action. Sometimes it really is that simple.
And here I am again, writing to you aka getting the fuck on with that as well.
A gentle pat on the back for us both.
Thanks for reading. Now go and do your thing!
Love, Laura xxx
PS the t-shirt modelling photos are another thing I’ve been putting off. Apply basic makeup, stand in garden wearing cool new tee design, take self portrait with phone. Easy. Nope. Not easy. It took me a week to get around to it. But I did it! And now they are for sale here.
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Snug in my hand, the coffee cup is still warm. The last dregs of bittersweet liquid lie waiting for me to tip them into my mouth, but I’m absent-minded. I feel relaxed, despite the early hour, and my lack of plans for the day ahead. I feel…fine.
So why such violent thoughts?
In my fantasy, my morning drink flies through the air in slow motion. Coffee explodes against the wall, splashing out in all directions, syrupy globs finding far flung homes as the cup disintegrates into chunks and chips and a spray of fine powder.
Cut to me on my hands and knees, dustpan and brush in hand, cleaning up my own mess.
I always will have to clean up my own mess. It really takes the fun out of things.
For someone who spends a small but decent amount of time idly wondering what would happen if I threw this cup against that wall, or dropped this glass on that floor, I am not a person who smashes things.
OK, I’m not a person who smashes things often. I have smashed things, two or three things, over the years, and they were always my things. In my (over)reaction to a situation concerning another (intensely shitty) person, I have only ever destroyed my own property. A boombox, kicked down the stairs. A remote control thrown at the wall. Maybe it was only two things.
I wanted to punch a wall once, but I stopped myself just in time. It’s one thing to break your things, another to break yourself.
The first time I watched Robin Ince perform his brilliant blend of intellectual conversation and observational comedy was at The Tobacco Factory in Bristol in 2017. The show was called “Pragmatic Insanity”, and he had invited me to perform a song. I can’t remember what I played, but I distinctly remember Robin talking on stage about how, when you’re holding someone’s baby and your brain shows you an image of you dropping them, this doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person who wants to hurt a baby. It means you know not to do that.
When I idly picture myself throwing a coffee cup against a wall, is it just a reminder to myself that I’m doing ok?
“Look”, my subconscious says, “you could be doing this – but you’re not! Well done. You’re not smashing up your life or scaring your loved ones. You’re holding it together, even though there are way too many things to juggle. Here’s what you could be like, and you’re much better than that. Go you!”
Or is it a warning – this sort of thing could be next?
The two recurring fantasies I’ve had over the years are:
1. letting go of the handrail at the top of the stairs and, ever-so-gently letting myself crumple. What would happen? Would it hurt? Would I actually even fall? (I have a weird fear of falling down the stairs, so this is a peculiar one I’ll admit).
During past times of peak stress and sadness I have connected this idea with craving a quiet, clean room with nothing in it, somewhere I can rest and no-one can ask anything of me.
2. standing in the kitchen, calmly and systematically going through each cupboard, smashing every single piece of crockery on the floor with a slight smile on my face.
To be clear: when I’m thinking these thoughts, no part of me thinks I’m going to do them. But they’re there. And they do keep coming back.
A few weeks ago I told my husband I’d been having the smash-the-crockery fantasy again, and he cheerfully informed me about “smash rooms”, also known as “rage rooms” and “anger rooms”.
What? You can go somewhere and pay to smash stuff up in a safe environment? So it’s not just me!
That really cheered me up. In my enthusiasm, I found a “smash room” not far from home, and of course immediately started thinking about the potential for a very fun slow motion music video.
Must I always make every fun new thing into a project? Yes, yes I must.
A few weeks on, I’m not feeling smashy any more. I haven’t been to a “smash room” yet, and perhaps I never will. Perhaps just knowing that I could easily go and do some smashing outside the home has reduced the urge.
More likely it’s all the stupid exercise, spending time outside and eating healthy food that I’ve been doing. Bah.
Either way, we’re all weird, but we’re not all completely different in our weirdness. The dark urges I only ever confessed to my beloved are so NOT unusual that a number people have gone into business to support them. A 3-second internet search brings up three separate brands running these places in the UK alone.
We’re not as unique as we think. And I find that comforting.
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“House Of Stories” gatefold artwork by Jessica Wild, featuring beloved items and stories contributed by 17 beautiful humans x
How not to release an album in 2025:
1. Spend four months building up to release day with thoughtful emails, regular music video premieres and ads (I even did TikTok consistently for the first time!)
2. Release album
3. Fulfil music and merch items to generous fans around the globe
4. Disappear
Four weeks after my sixth solo album and second Penfriend album “House Of Stories” flew off on its beautiful wings around the world, I got the phone call I’d been dreading for the past three years of hospital visits.
Julia, my 95-year old Gran, died in her sleep six days after our last lunch together in her care home bedroom: cheese sandwiches cut into triangles, a Jammie Dodger each plus a bowl of vanilla ice cream for her.
I had long expected it would be bad, but I couldn’t have imagined the particular ways that I would feel her loss in the weeks after that sad call. Someone who was there for my entire life was suddenly gone. The woman who must have celebrated the news of my Mum’s pregnancy, caring about the idea of me even before I entered the world, screaming.
Random thoughts besieged me. I suddenly worried about what would happen to her stories. Nothing was ever written down or recorded. She is un-Google-able. I don’t want this woman to disappear: is that because I’m afraid of doing the same?
She led an extraordinary life: living on the canals, walking beside Tommy the horse as he pulled the boat along the water, feeling proud when her Dad let her steer. Moving into a small house on land in her teen years, looking after her brothers and sisters and then leaving to start her own family. Travelling to Hong Kong, Malaya (as it was known when she was there) and Cyprus with my Grandad. She glowed when she talked about those days, and over the last few years whenever conversation lulled I would ask her to tell me about it all again, and she would smile.
Years ago I suggested making audio recordings of us talking, but she wasn’t really up for it. I wish she’d said yes, but it’s not something to force on someone. Not everything has to last forever, and our stories can live on in the memories of our loved ones. Great in theory, but I suddenly felt the burden of remembering, and knew I would do a poor job, and felt like a failure.
Of my four grandparents, I’ve only ever properly known my grandmothers – they both outlived their husbands by 30+ years, and my Grandad Chris died when I was 9. I was always impressed and admiring of their adventurous natures, strength, toughness and stoicism. I don’t think they met many times, living in different countries with family members strewn far and wide, but I hope they got on well.
I dedicated my 2018 She Makes War album “Brace For Impact” to “my inspiring grandmothers Constance Kidd and Julia Briggs. Thank you for always encouraging adventure”.
My Gran looked pleased when I showed her that. Unfortunately Nana had already passed, but I did get the chance to thank her for everything before she did. And I thanked my Gran, too.
I wrote this song the day after my Nana, Constance, died:
Three weeks ago today I stood up and talked at Gran’s funeral about the butterfly effect: marvelling at how if even one small event had happened differently in her early life, my Mum, me, my sister and brother and their children would not exist.
She always enjoyed telling me about her first fiancé, the one she had to let down when she met my Grandad in a hospital ward and they fell in love. He had yellow fever, she was a nursing auxiliary. It sounds like a scene from a film. She wasn’t mean about anyone, I think she told and retold the tale as an example of trusting your instincts. And when I think of her stories now, I notice for the first time the spaces she left for me to draw my own conclusions, learn my own lessons.
My Gran never had wifi – in the 90’s she called my Mum to warn her that “The Internet” was a dangerous place and we shouldn’t be going on there – so she never shared her thoughts and experiences in the ways I’ve been doing for the past 20 years. As far as I know she never kept a diary either. For my entire childhood she didn’t talk much about her start in life; embarrassed to have left school aged 12 to start work, she often apologised for her handwriting and spelling in the letters we exchanged. I’m glad I was able to encourage more storytelling from her in the last decade at least.
When I chose the name “House Of Stories” for my latest album, I immediately thought of Gran’s house in Runcorn. She moved there in 1991, and as my family unit was so nomadic as I was growing up, it’s the only family home containing childhood memories that I still have physical access to. I vividly remember rollerskating in the back yard after Gran bought my sister and I skates from the car boot sale, redirecting my penpal letters to her address when we went to stay for a few weeks in the summer holidays, cuddling up under fluffy blankets on the sofa.
Later I stayed over on tour a few times; sitting up late one night talking to my tour buddy, we fell silent to watch a spider slowly spin a web from the ceiling right the way down to the floor, inches from my face.
It’s weird the things that stay with you.
Eventually there’s a moment when we realise we’re the grownups now, and we can (try to) have a say in how things are done. It’s tricky in family situations where roles seem set in stone, but I feel good about how I was able to show up for my Gran and my parents in the hard times, and I’m grateful for that last cosy lunch date.
If she knew how much her loss had knocked me sideways, I can just hear what she’d say to me:
“Oh ‘eck, what a fuss.”
But if I’d managed to bounce right back she might have been rather insulted.
“I have so much I want to make all the time, and it’s always frustrating that I can’t make all of it. For a while I haven’t felt able to make any of it. But I’m starting to believe that I might be able to make some of it very soon. And that’s a huge improvement.”
I had such plans for post-album 2025, and I’m going to start making them happen.
PS I’ll write more about this part of the “House Of Stories” project in coming weeks, but 17 beautiful humans contributed meaningful objects and accompanying stories to create the gatefold artwork, and you can read those here: https://penfriend.rocks/basement
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Alby is on edge. Anxious. Jittery. It’s week 5 of our neighbours having their floors ripped out and replaced. The banging is loud. The grinding of the drill, a deep, foundational shaking, cuts through everyone. Our neighbours are the best, and it’s all FINE, but it’s also hot and it’s loud and I’m grieving and I would like a break.
Alby thinks it’s the end of the world. Lying on the floor in front of the armchair she looks up at me, wide-eyed and juddering. Luna is lounging above her on a cushion. She doesn’t have a care in the universe.
This is my 10th year of living with an anxious dog, and I haven’t yet found any way of making life less scary for her. I know her triggers: banging or drilling, the hoover, the merest hint of emotion in a conversation. On the rare occasion voices are raised she trots upstairs to lie on our bed. I admire her boundaries.
To try and calm her I’ve tried: a kind voice, a stern voice, not touching her, cuddling her (usually a big NO in these circumstances but I had to try it), putting her in another room away from the noise, taking her for a walk so she can process the stress right out of her body. Nothing has made a difference.
The floors do need hoovering, and occasionally a nail does need to be put in a wall, so we just try to keep the fuss to a minimum. It must be even more scary when you can’t see where the noise is coming from.
Alby has always been a little aloof. Catlike. She does her own thing. Her Schnauzer face, while far less frowning than my OG bestie Mister Benji 2008-2021 RIP, is far less welcoming than Luna’s soppy Cavapoo smile.
But she’s always with me, always just a few feet away no matter what room I’m in. She follows me around the house like a friendly ghost, always lurking, not asking for anything from me.
At night she lies squat in the middle of the bed, a dead weight, unable and unwilling to be moved. As I turn sideways towards sleep she rests her chin ever so delicately on my ankle. It feels like pure love.
Luna is fearless – well, she thinks she is. It’s impossible to stay grumpy with this bold 3 year old bounding around, a cheerful, scrappy look on her face at all times. In hazy, waking morning moments she jumps on the bed, slumps herself down on my chest and lies there peering into my eyes, our noses nearly touching.
She’s the cuddliest dog I’ve ever known. At various points throughout the day she makes it clear it’s time for affection by jumping up to give me a pat on the leg then standing, waiting, ready to be embraced. I don’t know if she’s giving the love or needs to receive it, but as her furry shoulder meets mine a wave of emotion breaks over me. I feel protective but also protected. She’s got my back.
Luna is unfazed by the random banging and scraping sounds coming through the wall, but will kick off barking at the door the next time someone knocks. But she does listen to me: she started off barking and leaping at the door, now she saves us both some time by running into the living room to bark more generally at (and further away from) the “intruder”.
I think that’s called teamwork.
I got my first dog, Mister Benji, in March 2008. I was living alone in a studio flat in Peckham, I’d wanted a dog since I was 4 years old, and it felt like now or never. I wanted someone to look after, someone to be there for who’d be there for me in return. I wanted a reason to get up in the morning and go for a walk. I didn’t yet know about the delicate chin on my ankle, or the mid-morning hugs.
Benji was by my side as my life changed in all sorts of ways, from location (London to Bristol) to situation (renter to homeowner) to career (freelance videographer/photographer/social media person to independent music producer and solo artist). He sat on my lap on the tube on the way to record my first two albums, spending the days snoozing on music studio armchairs or under keyboards. He moved house with me 5 times.
When he died at the grand old age of 14 I was devastated. But it was all worth it. All the love, all the care.
I’ll love you forever, Mister B x
Sometimes owning dogs is a hassle. Boarding is expensive. We can’t go out for more than a few hours. Training dogs to walk nicely on a lead can take a surprisingly long time (though I’ve found Cavapoos way more trainable than Schnauzers). It’s truly awful when they’re ill and when they die.
I wouldn’t change a thing, though. As I type the noises from next door have subsided. All is peaceful. My furry besties are conked out on the rug. They look like they’re enjoying the deepest sleep, but I know they’re listening. They’re poised and ready for anything. Whatever I’m doing, they’re there.
And if someone knocks on the door, Luna knows what to do.
Dogs don’t know what writing is. They don’t know what music is, either. They don’t care how well my latest album did, how much I make, or what my plans are for this week / this month / the rest of my life. They care about when it’s dinnertime. They care about going for a walk. They get ever so slightly grumpy if I stay up later than our usual bedtime. And Alby would prefer it if we didn’t hoover or do any DIY.
While I will continue to plan ahead, try to manage money well and try to figure out what my next set of ambitions are, I also want to accept the quiet wisdom of dog. Be present. Stay nourished and hydrated. Get outside more. Snuggle up wherever and whenever possible. Show your love.
Life is as long as it ends up being. I choose to be more dog.
My new Penfriend album “House Of Stories” is available NOW on super limited vinyl, CDs and KiT hybrid digital albums, with accompanying tees, hoodies and books. Music fans got it to #2 in the Official UK Independent Album Chart in April 2025. Bonkers!
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24 hours before my holiday ends, I am itching to get back to my life of making and doing.
Naples is loud, exciting, busy, delicious, rammed full of people, effervescent with traffic. It’s intense, colourful, gritty, a blast. I’ve had a great time experiencing it.
It’s just…I love my life, my home, my quiet garden. My colourful attic studio where I make music and videos. My friendly neighbourhood on the edge of the city. I love my dream job and how I get to spend my days.
Two years ago today I was miserable in Bristol, raw nerves assaulted by a daily soundtrack of a dual carriageway and noisy neighbours, fading away in a dark house that sapped my spirit. Unable to think, unable to be creative, unable to write the album I knew I wanted – and needed – to write.
Everything in my life has changed for the better since then.
This is a strange moment, though. I know I want to get back, but I don’t have a clear picture of what I’ll do when I get there. My new album came out three weeks ago. The fanfare immediately died down.
What do I do now?
I sit at the long, dark dining table, sun filtering through the soft curtains, coffee close at hand. I am perplexed.
What more do I have to give?
Reach for the turtles.
It’s not enough to spend years writing, producing and releasing an album: I have to find ways to continually introduce the music to new people while creating fun experiences for my existing audience.
It’s not enough to create a long form video for YouTube: I have to cut clips out and remove the left and right hand side of the frame to entertain people on different platforms.
It’s not enough to write a blog post: I have to cut out the highlights to share in Notes / tweets / threads to give my piece the best chance of being read by people who already follow me.
I’ve written before about “have to” versus “get to”. Replace “have to” with “get to” for an immediate bump of enthusiasm for the thing you’re privileged to “get to” do, while also knowing that, to have any chance to paying for recording and manufacturing costs, you really do “have to”…
If I don’t do these things, I have to accept that my success will always be limited by my efforts, or lack of efforts. To flip the name of this blog: if I do nothing, nothing will happen.
It’s frustrating to expend so much energy on something and then so quickly feel like the tennis ball I’ve thrust so hopefully out into the universe has not fallen onto tarmac, but morphed into a small beanbag and got stuck in a sandpit.
It didn’t even bounce once.
When in Napoli…espresso!
I used to get excited right before an album release, thinking about all the fun ways it could change my life. This time next year I could be booked for festivals! Maybe a brilliant independent label will want to release the next album! I could have money in the bank! Other artists might want me to sing/play/produce their songs! A sync agent could track me down and give me incredible opportunities!
I don’t entertain those thoughts any more, and maybe that’s a bit sad, but it’s not because I’m jaded or bitter. I just know, seven albums in, that gradual, sustainable growth is better for my career and for my nervous system. The more times I do this bonkers thing the more I see it’s about keeping going, not about having a big win that supposedly changes everything.
I don’t want to change everything. I love my life, my relationship, my home, the ways I get to spend my days. It took a long time to get here. I built this myself, over many years.
However, I truly believe “House Of Stories” is my best, most heartfelt and accomplished album yet. I feel so much responsibility to try and get that bloody ball to bounce that it can only be my fault when it doesn’t.
It’s overwhelming, and the second-guessing stops me in my tracks. I can’t be the only one who wants to try, who wants to plan their way out of this feeling, but ends up doing nothing instead. I am paralysed by indecision, and I hate it.
I ponder the whole ridiculous enterprise. Is everything online just there to advertise something else? Are we all just making more and more things, then cutting smaller things out of the big things so we can point fingers at our other things, at ourselves? Am I just a big pointing finger pointing indirectly at my album? Am I supposed to be wearing a sandwich board at all times?
No thanks.
This is not about algorithms or supposed shadow bans. I’m fully sold on the potentially infinite rewards of the internet, not just because I have made my full time living from it for the past six years but because I got my first email address in 1997, started blogging in 2004, joined Twitter and YouTube in 2007 and have never stopped seeing The Internet as an exciting new frontier. A Superhighway, if you will.
And so I do blame myself when nothing much happens after a full year of posting 1-2 videos per week on YouTube. I must have done it wrong.
I can see the huge potential of TikTok for music discovery, but can’t figure out what captions to put at the start of my clips, so I post them anyway and nothing happens. I must have done that wrong too.
How can I get it right? How can I get this fucking ball to bounce?
At lunch with some experienced music industry folk in Naples, the topic turns to TikTok. I am asked whether I feel pressure to make videos for TikTok, whether I feel like I can’t keep up. I talk about how excited I am to have access to these tools and all the others. I’ve always felt that way. That doesn’t mean I have the time to do all the things I want, but I believe in what I make and I believe there are ways to get those things to people in a way that works for both parties. I don’t known what they are, but I know I want to keep trying.
I just don’t know what to do next. Since “House Of Stories” came out I have become the beanbag stuck in the sandpit.
10th June Penfriend Ink, Nottingham, UK
Back home, I make lists of the same old things and find myself unable to do anything about ticking those boxes. I create a new ideal weekly schedule: time out aside each day for sharing my existing work and making new things.
I become obsessed with tasks that have a clear visual start and end. I clear up my overgrown garden. I attach the willow screening I bought an entire year ago to the broken fence. I disassemble piles of things in every room, order nine Kallax units of various configurations to finally give me the storage I need across two workspaces and the spare (merch) room. I finally find a space for my teen cassette collection.
Is this burnout, bereavement or both?
The Launchpad: BEFOREThe Launchpad: AFTER
Finally, I feel ready to think about music again. Renewing my workspace has brought new energy. It finally feels like the right time to delve into the nerdy world of synthesis, to make the very most of the strange, beautiful instruments I started collecting during the pandemic. I’m ready to experiment again. I’m ready to start looking ahead.
Maybe I’ve just been trying to play the wrong ball game. Maybe, instead of bouncing a tennis ball away from me, hoping it will gather momentum, I just need to keep the ball in the air.
“It’s easy to play the game of being creative like it’s something to win, but in my experience that will only get you so far. Creativity is less like a game to win, and much more like a game of “Keepy Uppy”.
This game can be played alone or with friends, and the point is to keep a balloon from touching the ground, by gently hitting it up into the air.
Unlike most games, the point of Keepy Uppy isn’t to win, the point of the game is to keep playing. The point is to play in such a way, that you keep the game going for as long as possible.”
Thank you, Andy. So wise, always.
This week’s attempt to keep the ball in the air looks like this:
What ball/s are you trying to keep in the air? See you in the comments.
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Last Saturday 31st May I played my songs on a stage in front of people for the first time in 5.5 years – and it didn’t feel like I thought it would.
Between 2005 and 2019 I played around 600 shows as a solo artist, usually completely alone but occasionally with a backing band. Sometimes supporting artists you’ve heard of, often putting on my own nights and championing bands I liked.
Before and alongside that I toured the world as a hired bassist and vocalist for artists including Tricky, Viv Albertine, Lil’ Chris, The Penelopes and Alex Parks. I went on Top Of The Pops with A-Ha. I toured Italian piazzas with Duncan James from Blue.
I have played a LOT of gigs in my life: some amazing, uplifting, life-affirming; some upsettingly bad, why-on-earth-am-I-doing-this-to-myself affairs. At the end of 2019 I wanted to stop. I needed to stop.
When you can’t find the joy in the thing you thought you wanted to do more than anything in the world, it’s time to take a big step back.
Oh hi, burnout!
Touring used to be a huge part of my identity. From 2005 onwards I loved being on the road. I hated routine, I’d routinely say, and loved being somewhere different every day. I loved the unique communities that gelled together for one night only, I loved sharing my music with people and occasionally hearing them singing along.
I loved the heroism of playing to a cold room of another band’s fans, winning them over usually by around song three of my set. Some rooms were colder than others, but I always got at least a handful of people interested, sometimes a lot more, and the feeling I got when that wave turned was addictive.
When I was hired to play for other artists, I loved supporting their vision by contributing to the sound of the band on stage. I loved being paid for my musical skills, and calling music my job.
I loved ticking off every single country on my “list of countries I’d like to visit one day” without having to pay for a single flight myself, and I loved the surprised respect I garnered from people when they heard who I was playing for, or saw me pop up on TV.
I remember watching as other musicians I knew gave up life on the road. One by one they chose a steady job, getting married, having children. I knew I didn’t want the latter, and didn’t expect I’d ever have the option of the other two.
I didn’t understand why someone would choose to turn their back on what they loved.
I couldn’t comprehend that they might have fallen out of love with it.
I didn’t think I ever could.
Photo by Ania Shrimpton
2019 did it. A grind of support slots with largely disinterested audiences. Saying yes to things that made no sense (£50 slots 4 hours drive from home, no potential audience crossover). Unfriendly slash downright rude headline bands. An entirely avoidable driving incident that cost me more than I made on the entire tour.
I needed a rest. I had already decided my first solo project She Makes War had to end, so I started to wind everything down. One last solo headline show. One last band headline show (sold out!). One last tour with my friend Robin Ince: a truly life-affirming, lovely experience.
And then we had a worldwide pandemic.
My new Penfriend project was scheduled to launch on 1st May 2020, featuring a host of online and remote physical elements: my Correspondent’s Club membership, quarterly music and zine bundles, regular blog posts, regular livestreams, a podcast series and a new YouTube channel. I hadn’t started thinking about gigs or tours. I didn’t want to.
When it became clear it wasn’t safe to perform live, I chucked the idea of it away entirely. I didn’t miss it. My identity shifted away from fearless road warrior with chaotic home life towards thoughtful creative practitioner, building routines that nourished my work and allowed me to give so much more to my community than random support slots could.
In March 2021 I made internet waves one Monday evening with a video about why I wouldn’t be touring that year either. I made it to encourage others to really think about the consequences of their actions, and the majority of people commenting thanked me for saying what they’d been thinking.
I thought gathering people in a small room was reckless. I couldn’t stomach the idea of being the reason people got ill. I didn’t want 150 people breathing in my direction for a minute, let alone the entirety of my set. I knew there were other ways I could continue to show up for my music-and-community-starved audience, so I kept doing that.
And then the years rolled by, as they do, and I kept making and sharing albums. Without the distraction, exhaustion and expense of gigging and touring, I was able to make more things to last: more music, more videos, more connections with people all around the world.
I kept playing livestreams when they went out of vogue (having started playing them in 2014, way before they were in vogue), commuting up to my attic in my slippers to say hi to people across the globe, sharing music, time and space.
As musicians, we’re supposed to want to do certain things, and we’re supposed to go along with things that don’t entirely make sense because they’re supposedly good for our careers, or are the logical next step towards what we’re supposed to want to achieve.
If we don’t do these things, there are people waiting online to enthusiastically badger us about doing them.
“When’s the tour?”
“Get on tour”
“Can’t wait to see this live!”
These are all compliments, I know that. I am fortunate to have people requesting my presence on stage. Thank you for the compliment.
But I will continue to push back against the idea that creating music from thin air, crafting it into songs and soundscapes and finding fun ways to share them in beautiful physical formats isn’t enough without a live performance of those songs on exactly the right night, in the right location, at the right price for those demanding a gig.
After “One In A Thousand” came out in 2023, whenever someone asked me why I wasn’t touring now the worst of the pandemic was over, my go-to answer was “because I can’t afford it”.
This was, unfortunately, true. More importantly, I didn’t want to. And I kept not wanting to right up until the moment in early 2025 that I annoyed myself so much with the “touring is too expensive” mantra that I decided to do one local show the day before my 44th birthday.
When I started performing my own music live in 2005 I vowed to keep things sustainable: that’s why I played so many shows completely solo. No additional musicians, no crew, just me. I loved being self sufficient. For years I revelled in fitting a little guitar amp, pedals and a megaphone in one rolling suitcase and stuffing my merch in another, arriving at venues to comments like “are you going on holiday?” then doing a Mary Poppins and pulling weird item after weird item out of my bag at soundcheck.
In early 2025, on the cusp of releasing my third album in my new Penfriend era, it started to seem ridiculous and a little churlish to keep refusing to share my songs in a room with people who wanted to enjoy them.
I decided that if I couldn’t sell enough tickets to a local show to cover costs and pay myself and anyone else involved, I would know it was the end for me and venue gigs. If people didn’t want the tickets I was selling, I would take the hint. No hard feelings. Let the fans decide.
The fans decided.
31/5/25 – Rae Dowling
Due to my garbage streaming numbers, no promoter wanted to take a risk on me. They refused to take my chart positions or my 10K mailing list into account. So just like the good old days I hired the venue myself – thank you, Rough Trade Nottingham!
The gig sold out in about a week – thank you, music fans!
I sold all but 10 of the tickets through my email list and online shop, so no marketing budget was needed – thank you, email list!
My husband ticked everyone off as they came through the door and handed them an envelope full of goodies: a signed souvenir ticket, stickers and a flyer – thank you, Tim!
To ward off the solo artist blues of yore I hired my friend Carol Hodge to accompany me on keys and vocals for most of my set, and she also supported me with her own gorgeous music and played a stunner as usual – thank you, Carol!
All that remained was to play the show.
My main concern was that nerves would overtake me at the crucial moment, ruining my weeks of prep and rehearsal, making me look a fool in front of 150 fans of my music, disappointing them, myself and everyone in the vicinity.
Oh hi, imposter syndrome!
I had a big think about it. I decided my main job on the day was to stay as calm and present as possible. I was to go into gig day with no expectations of greatness or abject rubbishness. I would be a worthy human standing amongst other worthy humans, exchanging energy. That would be enough. (Though I still wanted to be able to play my songs well.)
I did it. I played well. I exchanged energy. I stayed present. When the generous applause came my way, I didn’t turn away or crouch down to fiddle with a guitar pedal like I used to. I stood in quiet gratitude, accepting the audience’s thanks.
It didn’t feel like I thought it would. I didn’t get an adrenaline rush. I didn’t feel nervous on stage. It felt comfortable. It felt good.
I couldn’t have asked for a more attentive, open-hearted audience. When they started singing along at the end of my first song “Scared To Capsize” (a SMW set-closing classic), I knew we were embarking on something special together. The singing along didn’t stop for the rest of my set. They laughed, they applauded, they played along with all of it. I felt held, supported, encouraged and loved. Thank you so much.
And afterwards? A quiet satisfaction. A glow. A midnight burger because we didn’t have chance to eat dinner before the show (some things never change). No plans for bigger better more more MORE. Just gratitude.
31/5/25 – Rae Dowling
Saturday night was a big moment, but all the things I’ve created since I stopped touring in 2019 have more than filled any potential void. Perhaps playing venue gigs will become something I do a few times a year. Perhaps one of my musical heroes will invite me out on tour with them. I’m more open to it after last week’s gig, but where in my former life as She Makes War I jumped at every opportunity (often living to regret my haste), Penfriend is far more discerning.
Some people have commented that it’s great to see I’m “back”. I’m not “back” – I never went away.
I have four more self-promoted Penfriend shows this year, and no live plans whatsoever yet for 2026.
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Last week I wrote about how underground punk legend John Otway’s books and film have been inspiring me to cook up the most outlandish plan of my musical life so far.
I’m here today to tell you all about the logical next step in the story of my illogical, 100% independent music career.
If you’ve known me for any length of time, you know there is no “Team Penfriend”.
From writing, producing, arranging, recording and performing the songs on my albums (with ace guest musicians drafted in when needed), to laying out the text on the CDs and vinyl packaging, writing and designing the lyric books, shooting and editing my videos, building and maintaining my website, releasing the albums on my micro-label My Big Sister Recordings with all that entails, and walking your merch orders up to my local Post Office twice a week – hi, I am Team Penfriend.
With honourable mention to my beloved Tim who is very supportive and helpful (if you’ve ever seen one of my ads, he set that up), I’m the one running the whole shebang.
This is not a brag: I say this only to underline the absolute ridiculousness of my last two album releases going into the Official UK Albums Chart. Not the “glitter-grunge synth’n’guitar alt-pop” albums chart, but the full-on, overall, why-the-heck-are-ABBA-always-still-in-there? albums chart.
I love ABBA…but, come on!
In 2021, music fans like (and possibly including) YOU put my first Penfriend album “Exotic Monsters” at #24 in the overall chart and #5 in the Independent Albums Chart – the chart for artists on independent labels, from big ones you’ve heard of to very tiny one-person ones mine.
In 2023, music fans like (and possibly including) YOU put “One In A Thousand” (my collaboration album with Rat from Ned’s Atomic Dustbin) at #14 in the overall chart and #1 in the Independent Album Chart. NUMBER FREAKING ONE!
These numbers blow me away. Look what we did!
Between my efforts to make and share music and your absolutely stunning generosity and support, we can do huge things. And over the two years since my last album release I’ve received so many messages from people like (and possibly including) YOU telling me what fun it was to stick it to “the man”, and asking when are we going to do it all again?
Honestly, I talked myself out of writing this email a few times. And then I realised I was letting them win! These big powerful structures that we’re not meant to be cheeky towards, let alone pay a visit to. These places that aren’t meant for the likes of us, because we didn’t do it their way.
I was too busy making seven albums to schmooze the right people, and I don’t regret my decisions for a minute.
OK…we had a Top 30 album together. That was wonderful. Thank you!
Then we had a Top 20 album together. Unbelievable. Thank you!
Where do YOU think we should go next?
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Top 10. I’m whispering. Should I say it out loud? Should I shout it?!
Could we? Shall we?
WHY try and get in the charts?
Because it’s FUN. Because it’s FUN-NY. Because I’m sick of only the people with huge amounts of financial backing getting all the things – radio play, multi-page magazine spreads, TV slots. Because it’s an example of the sort of big things I think we’re all individually capable of if we decide we’re going to go for it. Because it shows what a passionate community of music lovers care about, and thrusts it, albeit briefly, to sit alongside the mainstream.
Because it shouldn’t be possible for a 43-year old solo artist making music in a colourful Nottingham attic to have her name and made-up record label listed alongside ABBA.
Even though, wait, yes I THOUGHT so… (spot the ABBA Gold): 2023:
2021:
I don’t make music for the mainstream, I make it for you. And both times I’ve had albums in the Top 40 it’s been a victory for every single person who voted with their purchase of an album made by hand with loving care.
So, how do we get a Top 10 album in 2025?
This is the thing. Even though passive streams of big famous songs on playlists count as 1 chart sale per 1500 plays (!), and my streaming numbers are utter garbage because I refuse to advertise giant companies that don’t treat me well, this idea doesn’t feel thatridiculous.
Around 7,500 UK residents currently hang out on my big mailing list. And another 270 brilliant people are here. Hi!
So far, we have clocked up around 1400 chart-eligible sales from pre-orders of “House Of Stories”.
Thank you!
To have a chance of getting into the Top 40, we need to find loving homes for another 1500 copies of the new record in the next FOUR weeks.
To get into the Top 10, it’s another 3000 copies on top of that.
Is this totally ridiculous, or is it a fun idea?
There are enough of us here to make this happen, even without the help of other people around the internet. But you know I love creating experiences around my album releases, so I’ll be busy with blog posts, videos and live events over the next few weeks for all to enjoy. I hope you’ll join me!
“House Of Stories” is an album that celebrates age, experience and personal power. In the 20 years since I wrote the first two songs that appeared on my debut album (“I Am” and “ghostsandshadows”), my life has completely transformed.
From strumming my guitar on a bed squashed into the corner of a tiny bedroom in a dirty shared house in South London to making music and videos in my colourful attic home studio in Nottingham, with all the adventures I went on in-between, making the songs I wanted to make sound exactly how I wanted them to and finding creative ways to share them with you has been utterly life-changing.
Taking my music projects into my own hands was a necessity from the start – with no manager / label / agent, no industry help of any kind (moral or financial!), I have always funded everything I’ve made through freelance work and huge amounts of support from music fans crowdfunding and pre-ordering my albums.
I’m so grateful for what I’ve managed to build with your help. Thank you.
The second verse of the title track goes like this:
“Trapped in our warm bodies Still brimming with hope Reaching the highest places We think we can go”
In 16 years of releasing music online I’ve learned that interesting things can happen when I spend my time in positive, generous ways. But even greater things can happen when you decide on a destination.
I’ve decided.
I’ll leave you with this helpful quote by Normal Vincent Peale, the writer of “The Power Of Positive Thinking”:
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”.
You may recall I have a rocket ship at my disposal.
My new Penfriend album “House Of Stories” is available NOW on super limited vinyl, CDs and KiT hybrid digital albums, with accompanying tees, hoodies and books. Music fans got it to #2 in the Official UK Independent Album Chart in April 2025. Bonkers!
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Four weeks from today I am releasing my sixth solo album “House Of Stories”: my celebration of age, experience and (hopefully) wisdom.
Helping me face up to ghosts from my past, the new songs are for anyone who’s felt trapped in the wrong four walls – literal or metaphorical, caused by others or self-imposed.
My musician pal Charley Stone1 visited the Launchpad a few weeks ago to help me create a full-length album video and audio podumentary. Among her insightful comments and questions she described some of the tracks on “House Of Stories” as “soothing”, which I took as a great compliment.
I will never pretend everything’s okay in my songs, but the more music I make the more I want to leave you feeling hopeful and included. I love creating experiences within, around and leading up to my music releases (hence these posts), and I’ll always keep inviting you to get as involved as you want to.
Speaking of which…
Last year I shared a video where I decided to think Very Big Indeed2, declaring that in the year 2027 I will be headlining Shepherd’s Bush Empire.
Titled “It’s time to set some ridiculous goals”, I made it to choose optimism over pessimism, to dream big instead of opting for pragmatism all the time. Not sitting back and wishing for things to happen to me, but directing my efforts in exciting directions that seem out of reach, so I can work very hard to try and get there.
In the comments, Correspondent’s Club member David told me about a fellow musician called John Otway3.
“The list of things he’s made happen in his career, by pretty much just saying he’d do it, is clear evidence you can make amazing things happen.”
I was excited. I devoured everything I could find online about John, watched his Netflix film, ordered both of his books (and immediately read them both) and even sent him a friendly email to say thank you for the inspiration.
And so it’s John Otway’s (and David’s) fault that I’m gearing up to unveil the most outlandish plan I’ve cooked up so far in my 28 years of making music.
I’ll tell you more next Friday.
To tide you over…I made a rare appearance on a music podcast! Thanks to sharing my music and writing on Substack, I made contact with Tim and Chris at New Sounds Union, who asked brilliant questions and made me feel right at home (I find these things nerve-racking when I’m not doing the editing).
Titled “How an independent artist tops the charts”,my episode is available here. I talk about how 10 years in the school orchestra led me towards arranging and producing my own songs, why I think doing stuff and keeping going is most important and how amazing music fans are (thank you).
Back at Penfriend HQ, the HOS goodies are starting to arrive – I love this part of releasing albums!
** VINYLLLLLL **
The four publicly available vinyl colours are looking absolutely stunning!
** CLOTHING **
The sample tees and hoodies were printed this week by local Notts printer Phil at Whitewater Design & Print and I’m just glad I don’t have to choose between them…thanks to Jessica Wild and Daniel Catt for the beautiful designs!
I won’t be printing many more tees / hoodies than have been ordered by the end of next weekend, so make sure you secure your size ASAP (XS-4XL available).
** KiT Hybrid Digital Format**
The KiT samples arrived from Seoul this week, coinciding with a mention of “House Of Stories” in Music Week!
It’s true, HOS will be the first completely independently released chart-reporting KiT album in the UK…very exciting.
My new Penfriend album “House Of Stories” is available NOW on super limited vinyl, CDs and KiT hybrid digital albums, with accompanying tees, hoodies and books. Music fans got it to #2 in the Official UK Independent Album Chart in April 2025. Bonkers!
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Baby Alby, aged 3 months 
Wise Alby, aged 10
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My new Penfriend album “House Of Stories” is available NOW on super limited vinyl, CDs and KiT hybrid digital albums, with accompanying tees, hoodies and books. Music fans got it to #2 in the Official UK Independent Album Chart in April 2025. Bonkers!
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