At the time of this column’s filing, I am 12 weeks postpartum, potty training a three year old, and exclusively breastfeeding a three month old. As someone who’s already overwhelmed with the happenings of my inner world—while also being aware of the atrocities, injustices, genocides, wars, fascism, and disenfranchisement happening globally—I don’t have much of an appetite for music “news” these days. Just give me the good stuff, slam it straight into my veins.

This September, I am honing in on the necessities—choosing quality over quantity so I can be fully present, maximize joy, and just feel fucking good as I spend this fall emotionally processing my three year-old starting preschool. Here are three local music developments and experiences that might just feel cathartic for all of us.

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