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Memories Been Made-9 months of touring with a baby

I gave birth to Schwa on October 21st, 2015, about 5 months before we released our last record United Crushers. It’s been an adventure touring a new record with my new baby on my hip; hooked to my boob most of the time. Anytime it’s hard I am the first to remind myself I chose to do this so I have nothing to complain about. People have actual hard lives outside of their control but this is something I chose to do. His passport is filled- he’s even been as far as Australia. We have been greeted by venues with baby bottles, bibs and Nappies. Most venues have been very accommodating but at the end of the day I’m not Adele and I play rock clubs that often have vomit in the corners and smoke stained air. Venues don’t seem to say ever “oh Poliça is bringing a baby; we should clean the backstage bathroom for the first time in 5 years.” Our “office” is grimy, moldy and full of germs and so much of my day is spent sanitizing toys, washing hands and dropping elderberry and zinc down both our throats.

Bringing a baby on the road is about being creative, patient and a good listener to baby cues-which I sometimes am. Our schedule is constantly changing like our environment. I try to provide some consistent things for Schwa like the ability to nap no matter where we are by having a good baby carrier that I can strap him on me in and dance the halls of airports, ferries or parks to rock him to sleep. We walk outside everyday and look for semi clean places to crawl around because he is at the age of exploration and he is obsessed with being on the move. It’s about having a bag of books to look at from home that we read over and over again. We watch videos of his favorite person-his big sister Pela-reading books to him. I have to admit that I deal with post partum depression, like many mothers, and touring has both compounded and relieved the darkness and isolation of depression at different times. I am grateful to be able to keep working/performing with Poliça but I am often so tired and disconnected from the person who wrote the songs I’m singing I end up confused on stage. In front of a crowd I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable in my body. I feel like being a mom has engulfed me and I feel the opposite of the singer and songwriter who helped form Poliça. I’m only "mother" and a tired mother. I love my kids and mourning the life I had before them is in tandem with also loving the life I have with them. The feelings exist at the same time. I eat dinner with Schwa at about 5 every night. We find some baby friendly situation in every city and I cut up half my dinner in 12 month old size bites. He’s pretty well behaved in restaurants because of this life style. He likes to eat and he likes to yell and smile at everyone else in the restaurant. I put him down to sleep in the bus and then the nanny I’ve brought on tour takes over while I nap a little, catch up on emails or FaceTime my 8 year old daughter at home in Minneapolis. Then I shower and get dressed for the show. I slowly sip a few cups of matcha which will be the source of any energy on stage. If that matcha doesn’t work because I’ve only had three hours of sleep the night before with an hour nap besides that, then I drink a can of coke onstage. Sometimes when I’m on stage I think about sleeping and my eyes shut while I sing. Sometimes when I’m on stage I think “this is the perfect situation for cocaine if I wasn’t breastfeeding.” Again I love my son and I’m lucky to not have to leave him at daycare. We are very connected and well attached because he goes where I go. I’m sure he will grow to be independent and resilient because he’s dealt with a lot of changes and rolled with the punches. I’ve seen the world through his eyes and he’s my little travel companion but I also look forward to leaving him at home while I go to work and to perform without kids in tow; knowing they are happy and safe sound asleep in a bed that doesn’t require a set belt. It’s been a wild ride and a million memories have been made touring with a baby but I would not do it again and thanks to birth control I will make sure it never happens again.

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September 4th, 2016

The grasshoppers speech was hard to imitate. Now he could point like a person and he pointed to sounds. He repeated muffled versions of the words spoken across the table. The girl spoke constantly and the boy watched always.

Teeth were coming across all fronts; across ages & pain measures. I try not to complain about anything. Finding myself at parties where mothers speak in conjoined whines strung into angry resentments about what has been lost in postpartum. Hadn’t we done this to them? Hadn’t we forced our world upon theirs? Sitting inside space buried in the universe; little stars twinkling in peace, torn down from above corrupted heaven. I won’t complain for 21 days.

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Tour Writings 04/14/2016 I play back the way he thinks. Not sure I always understand you. Once upon a day when you wanted to get head.  That’s not for me to.

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Tour Writings 03/29/2016 When I was a little one, i dreamed of what i would become. I never thought my misery would keep my dreams away from me. But now I see... I bask in all this loneliness, my summer day my brand new dress. I wear it to the day, the night. It isn’t worth your time to fight. I hate the way I sulk, regret. How quick I forget How quick I forget

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Tour Writings 03/26/2016 It hurts me when I don’t have it, when the feeling floats above my head. When the crowd is paper, their mouths moving inside instead.

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Tour Writings 03/19/2016 I don’t drink because he does. Write me song to sing on Cuz I have much to say, so much to say. Chances with you fly away each day. A bird on a string, on a string. We have the ring but he won’t stay, no. We have the ring but you can’t hear so, It slips away, it slips off missing touch missing marks missing words, so is love.

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Tour Writings 01/13/2016 Packing List: Diaper Bag Duffle Bag filled with diapers and other items needed for a plane.

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01/01/2016 And just like that I couldn’t.   My touch was fleeting and as mindless as eating had become.  I did it as the idea of more. I did it to imply that if I had time I would touch. That I did care, I did love.  I looked quickly to the next moment and what needed me without feelings or dreams.   The days were so heavy, going on forever starting before the sun.  Remembering who I used to be was also heavy. It shadowed me and you. I anticipated being in the end of the forever and so then sometimes I dreamed of death.

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"Today's my birthday...

So hopefully you'll find it in your heart to read this:

We announced a short tour recently that's got us touring from our Minnesota home down to Texas this spring to make a new record.  We've been using our time off this winter to write a new batch of songs that we're very excited about! This spring tour will have us playing most of this new material out for the first time ever in smaller, more intimate settings. So while we'll be sure to throw in a few oldies, please come prepared to hear all kinds of new shit---> we can ride the new-wave together!!!!!!!!!

Tickets are on sale right now.

See you out there, Channy"

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Today it begins. August Tour of Fairwell. Last tour in EUrope and UK until our next record is born. Visions Fest tonight in Hackney. London I'd move to you if I could. Tomorrow Antwerp, the beautiful. More tour dates on thisispolica.com. Oo.

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