12/04/2024
Language is both so capacious and so constraining. “Love,” we say, “hope,” we write, and the words mean a lot yet don’t make the mark. The terror and beauty of the human experience will always overflow the containers of words.
Nineteen months of shoving all my big, complicated feelings into a box—because there’s work to be done, because our friend needs our strength, because tears get in the way, because the only way is forward. Then two nights of experiencing a manifestation of care and respect at a depth, breadth, and nuance as I’ve never before seen. Sleepless nights in between and since—of editing photos, of weighing words, of berating myself (to the point of tearful inefficacy!). Nothing could be good enough, nothing gets it right. How could any of this documentation be as beautiful as Jesse deserves?
But I have to try, so here we go. A collection of moments from two nights at the Beacon, from soundcheck to curtain-up to post-show.
I hope they help tell this chapter of the story of a remarkable and beautiful person fighting step by step—literally and figuratively—to get back on stage. Of the artist friends (musicians, actors, and filmmakers) who needed no persuading to jump on the bill. Of the fans and friends and nurses who traveled from all over and hung onto every second of these two show, many watching through tears. Of the team behind the scenes.
, you say that you want to be the one giving—putting on benefit shows for others, as you have since you were 11 or 12 and playing in your hardcore band, Heart Attack. I understand how you don’t want to be the one asking for help.
But this isn’t just ::for:: you. It’s ::because:: of you. We wouldn’t be here together—this big, beautiful, quirky, creative community would not ::exist::—but for you. You’ve worked tirelessly and given generously. You created all of this.
And this is just the turning of a page. I know there are so many chapters you’ve yet to write. We’re here for all of it. We love you.
Thank you for letting me bear witness, to record these moments. It means more than I can possibly express. ❤️
Too many pics and words to fit here. More to follow, pls send Kleenex thx