Foxy Fun Time

I spent Saturday night in heaven.

(You may recall The Beauty of the Botched Drop, which is one part homage to Fox Stevenson, my favourite musical discovery of the year, and one part celebration of imperfection.)

Even so, Fox came through Vancouver last weekend and I nearly didn’t go.

I wasn’t sure I was in a dancing mood, and I found myself reluctant to leave The Cabin’s peace and quiet for the big city’s grit and noise. 

Then a little magic happened.

On Thursday, I woke up to a text from an old friend in Vancouver who I hadn’t spoken to in a while. Excitedly, I told him I might be in town for a show, extended an invite to Fox, and sent him this delightful set to check out.

On Friday, I woke up to “Okie dokie tickets are secured.”

We hadn’t partied together in ~15 years, never with his fiancée, and that fact alone was enough to have the best time. But also… Holy shitballs, was Fox ever incredible. 

He double-dipped, blessing everyone at The Red Room with two sets.

The first being a live set with Fox singing alongside a drummer and guitarist, blending in electronic elements. Producers performing with live instruments is a rare treat, and a special experience.

The second was a DJ set that was just so, so, SO much fun. He’s the most infectious musician I’ve seen live, and his songs are infused with so much life.

I had some fun internal breakthroughs too. I felt the most confident and secure I’ve ever felt at a show. Dancing comes more easily. I’m becoming more open to brief but lovely interactions with people I’ll never see again. Such lovely growth!

And as I believe the kids say these days, the vibes were immaculate. 

I’m so glad I didn’t take a pass on the show. 

In part because of finally sharing such an evening with dear friends, in part because seeing Fox at a small club is a rare treat given he often headlines festivals, and in part because I earned a night of raving. The release. The connection. The joy.

2025 so far has been a year of clarity-seeking, healing, and realignment. I’m not finished, but I can sense myself expanding in ways I never have before. And curiously, in attuning to a new frequency, I seem to have created a magnetic field.

People I haven’t spoken to in months or years are reaching out. Readers, students, and clients are showing up from new places. And save for a couple of ghosts, all these interactions have been very positive.

There’s magic swirling about, which I’m becoming a more conscious wielder of.

For which I’d like to thank you. 

Having this space to write freely about whatever I want or need has been so, so, SO helpful, freeing, fun; and such a welcome means of creative expression.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander

P.S. Curious about what’s happening in Emberbrook this week?

1. Slowly and steadily transforming my Instagram into an Emberbrook portal. 

2. Beginning to craft a free 3-week storytelling practice thing (yep, working title).

3. Paying penance to Yuki for disappearing over the weekend.