Tag: Brandi Carlile

Brandi Land

“In the cradle of the circle.
All the ones who came before you.
Their strength is yours now.
You’re not alone.”

Allison Russell
Barcelo Maya Beach, Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico

Would you believe me if I told you thousands of people, mostly women, converge on a resort in Mexico for a long weekend every January to compete for the chance to sing karaoke (coined Brandi-oke) with Brandi Carlile and her band?

…The resort is coined Brandi Land, just for the weekend and my wife and I attended this year for the first time. (This is year five of the event.) We really had no idea what to expect and were just happy to escape to a warmer climate and pretend everything was simple for a few days.

What makes this trip truly unique though, is the priceless opportunity to exist for a moment in a time and space where LGBTQ+ folks and families are the norm and not the exception. Everyone is welcome, but given the nature of Brandi’s fan base and the branding of the weekend, it feels as though I am surrounded by a sea of queer women and families. There are two moms to my right, in line for the buffet and two moms to my left, walking back to their rooms… some with toddlers, others with teenagers. There are older lesbians, laughing and hanging out with their friends at the pool. And there are queer 20 somethings, enjoying the safety of walking freely hand in hand. I honestly forgot what that felt like. I know this is not the same reality I live in back home, but it is a reminder, and one that I really needed of late, that I’m not alone.

I attended a workshop during the trip entitled, “Writing in Community with Vulnerability and Strength.” It was facilitated by Lindsay Wheeler, a queer, neurodivergent social worker who guided us in several exercises and writing prompts about the power of vulnerability. One prompt we were asked to respond to was, “Write a short letter to a younger version of yourself in which you tell them about the community you’ve discovered here and what life can look like for them in the future.”

I would like to lean into that vulnerability and share the letter I drafted to my middle school self, circa 1996:

Dear Stephie,

First, hi. I’m sorry I haven’t written in a long, long time. I miss talking to you!

I’m here to tell you that you can let go a little of your worries, dear one. Life is hard and bumpy and messy. But it’s also grey. I know that’s hard to see right now. You’re feeling so many things. Fear, doubt, shame, embarrassment, joy, curiosity, confusion. And I want you to give yourself permission to feel them all. The feelings are big and scary, but I promise they won’t swallow you up.

...and you’re not alone.

I also want to tell you a secret…being gay or what many people now call queer is a gift. You don’t need to have it all figured out, but just know that not being straight is singlehandedly one of the best gifts that you will ever receive.

The prism through which you will be able to see the world will open up in ways you couldn’t imagine. You will see more clearly others who live and float on the margins. You will come to realize that to be queer is not just an identity but it’s also a verb–to queer the lines of art, education, family, etc. It means to rip open the boxes and labels we are told by society we must confine ourselves to. None of this needs to make sense now. But I want you to know you have a superpower, dear one.

Life will not always be easy. And with this superpower comes added responsibility. Most people will not be able to see the world the way you do. You will need to help them. Offer them grace and patience, and help them break down the linear boxes getting in their way. Don’t be afraid to look and feel different. The truth is we all feel this in different ways and for different reasons.

Your queer identity, dear Stephie, is like an invisible bridge into a community of misfits who are all looking to feel seen and heard. You didn’t ask to be this bridge and it is an added weight to carry, but this weight will enrich your world, your children’s world and bring untold meaning to those around you.

And on this one random weekend in the future, at the start of 2024, you and your wife (yes, you will get married!) will stumble upon a rainbow coalition of allies on what feels like a far-away island. They will come from all over the world to listen to music and just be. It will feel a bit like a magical island of unicorns, and it may not feel real, but please know that it is.

…Dear Stephie, don’t be afraid to look for these unicorns wherever you go in life. They are hiding and also in plain sight. Look closely for the grown-up unicorns…the older unicorns who have lived generations before you and can share their wisdom. Tell them what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking. Do NOT push back those scary feelings because they are uncomfortable. Release them into the world.

Most of all, I want you to know that everything is okay.

Love,
Me ❤

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I hope we can come back to Brandi Land next year and bring our daughter. I want her to see and feel the magic of this place. I want her to see other children with two moms or two dads as the norm and to start to see and feel how big the world is, even if she doesn’t yet have the language to unpack it.

Perhaps she will be able to tell herself now (and not 40 years from now) that she is free to be herself, truly and authentically. While the world does have cynics and bullies, there is also a band of allies and beautiful people who will unconditionally see and welcome her.

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As we pack our bags to return home, may all of us unicorns at Brandi Land carry a piece of this time and space back with us. May we turn inwards whenever we need to feel the warmth of community (and the palm trees) as we ride out the quiet months of winter.

And may we remember, just as Brandi opened up the whole weekend…

“Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”

Thanks, Brandi Carlile, for continuing to role model this for all versions of me, young and old, here and in my future.

Lyrics to “You’re Not Alone”

Hey, my little evening star
How bright you are
Anywhere you go
You’re not alone

Rocks and bugs and angel wings
Every little shiny thing
Anywhere you go
You’re not alone

You’re the north star and the compass
Always finding something wondrous
Anywhere you go
You’re not alone

Wish that I could keep you from
Sorrow and harm
None of us is here for long
But you’re not alone

In the cradle of the circle
All the ones that came before you
Their strength is yours now
You’re not alone

Sparrows in the morning
Crows at dusk
Singing with your mam
(Singing with your mammy)
We have love

We have love
We have love
We have love
We have love
You’re not alone

De l’Afrique à l’Acadie
De l’Europe aux Amériques
La musique nous réunis
Une Famille

La musique nous réunis
De la Louisiane à Sans Souci
Tigallum Tigalli on arrive
Une Famille

Hey, my little evening star
How bright you are
We have love
You’re not alone

We have love
We have love
We have love
We have love
You’re not alone

You’re not alone
You’re not alone
You’re not alone

Allison Russell
“You’re Not Alone”
(feat. Brandi Carlile)
(originally by Our Native Daughters)

A Role Model in Brandi

“The midwife told us that we each needed a mantra for every time the world of motherhood felt like it was a template that we didn’t fit into. Mine was ‘I am the mother of Evangeline.'”

Brandi Carlile, Broken Horses
This is the cover art for In These Silent Days by the artist Brandi Carlile.

It’s not often I become intoxicated by someone’s voice, just listening to them speak. I recently finished listening to Brandi Carlile’s new Memoir, Broken Horses. From start to finish I was mesmerized and transfixed by her words and songs, woven together to tell the story of her life, thus far.

Brandi and I share the same age (both born in 1981). While our upbringings could not have looked more different, our inner journeys bear striking similarities. Brandi grew up in a rural town outside Seattle, Washington. She moves 14 times in her first 14 years. Brandi’s family was rich with love and poor with means. She drops out of high school in order to pursue a career in music, almost exclusively self-taught. Brandi is gifted beyond imagination and will eventually catch national attention and go on to become the most nominated woman at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards in 2019. Beyond her musical talent though, I think what enraptures me is her raw truth and gift for storytelling.

Like me, Brandi grows up in the ’90’s. There are no cell phones for us in middle school or high school. We are taunted by our own inner critics more than we are by social media. Bullying is alive and well but it is easier to retreat into our own spaces and hide from the scrolling and obsessive jeering that comes from toxic online commentary. At the same time, we don’t have many public role models when it comes to the queer community. For Brandi, Ellen DeGeneres is monumental. Ellen’s “coming out episode” airs on April 30, 1997 when Brandi and I are 16. Ellen is the first gay person Brandi ever “meets” and she gives her the confidence to come out in high school. She secretly records Ellen’s “coming out episode” on a cassette tape and years later she ironically has Ellen sign it while she is a guest on her show.

I am far from ready to “come out” in 1997 but I do subconsciously archive this moment in my memory bank, which over the next 6 or 7 years will give me the confidence to do the same. It’s funny because even today at 40, listening to Brandi speak so openly about her queer identity and life as an artist, it feels like she is speaking to me at 16 years old. She is giving my 16 year-old self permission to break free from her shell just a littler earlier.

Likewise, it is so powerful to hear Brandi share her story of meeting the woman who would become her wife and their journey starting a family. It normalizes these life-cycle moments in a queer context and again speaks to my younger self, giving her permission to keep moving forward, and with the message that she is not alone. Brandi describes in detail how she and her wife, Catherine Carlile, navigate nuanced decisions around fertility, pregnancy, gender roles, conceptions of motherhood, and parenting in a heteronormative world. Her writing and storytelling is brave, fierce and ground-breaking. One storyline that stands out to me is in Chapter 15, “Firewatcher’s Daughter.” During this segment, Brandi speaks openly about the confusion and “irreconcilable grief” that she experiences as the non child-bearing partner and mother who is relegated to an insubordinate role during childbirth classes. She starts developing a complex in what is a heteronormative structure that boxes “LGBTQ couples into a male-female role paradigm that inevitably makes us feel more alone”. Brandi feels “useless and humiliated” by these classes. She is a mother but feels like she needs someone to reassure her of that.

Brandi gives voice to the truth that same-sex parenting is still relatively new and that society needs to humanize these stories because history is happening all around us. She and Catherine ultimately find a new midwife who specializes in “diverse pregnancy situations” and who works with them through the remainder of their pregnancy. In another poignant scene, the midwife challenges them to each develop a mantra for every time they feel shut out of motherhood as they see it. Brandi chooses the mantra, “I am the mother of Evangeline,” (the name of their first daughter) and this lyric will go on to become the anchor of her song, “The Mother” which depicts the role of a mother through her eyes.

Brandi’s parenting story, while unique, bears a familiar resemblance to my own. While I do carry my daughter, there is a feeling that I still have to prove myself worthy as a parent and a mother. It’s a never-ending coming out process when I share that my daughter has two moms. There isn’t a great template for us (which in some ways is liberating) and we are figuring it out as we go. We struggle with all the same issues that I imagine most couples face when it comes to division of labor, paid work vs unpaid work and the need to feel validated and appreciated for our contributions. What’s refreshing is that Brandi gives voice to a community of burgeoning LGBTQ+ parents who are yearning to see and be seen. We are here and we will continue to “pave our own way,” one spilled milk bottle at a time.

In the meantime, as a nod to Rosh Hashanah and a New Year’s sermon of sorts, I want to thank Brandi Carlile for awakening something in me that needed to be poked. From her courage to speak so openly about her life, to her creative and beautiful storytelling, I am inspired to keep writing and sharing my voice into the new year. So in that spirit, may this be a year for us all of pushing our creative boundaries and sharing our stories with a little more tenacity and grit than before. L’Shanah Tovah.