Outer Spaces

Hi, it’s me!

I will be joining the bill for a nice little show in West Philadelphia on September 20th

7pm and all ages welcome

Song People
Autopolitan
Cara Beth Satalino
The Slow Circuit

Flyer by

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Hard posting in honor of the show tomorrow night. Probably the last time I’ll perform for a long while, especially in Baltimore, so be sure not to miss it.

Doors at 6pm, I play at 7! As Bob said “punctual is the new late”

Slide 1: big hair day for algorithm

Slide 2: some ferns I liked the look of…they are called “sensitive ferns”

Slide 3: flyer for the show

The show:

Thursday July 24

Little Wings
Small Sur
Cara Beth Satalino

At Current Space

Baltimore, MD

6pm

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Coming out of hiding for a lovely night of music in June, supporting Detroit rockers and Couch at Harmonie Hall in Philadelphia, PA

Submit your requests and I will do my best to honor them! 🌞☁️💧🌻🫠

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Neu Blume

Couch

Cara Beth Satalino

June 10th

7pm

‼️🔔 OUTER SPACES MERCH SALE🔔‼️

All proceeds after shipping will benefit

Here’s how it’ll work. Send me your address along with the items you’d like to purchase. I’ll calculate shipping and get back to you with the total cost, and you can send payment via Venmo. If you live in or near Philadelphia, we can arrange pickup to avoid shipping costs.

Prices:

Shedding Snake vinyl LP- $20/ CD- $10

Gazing Globe vinyl LP- $20/ CD- $10

Garbage Beach vinyl EP- $15/ Cassette- $8

CBS Good Ones vinyl EP- $15

Saddle Creek 7” vinyl- $15

T shirts (pic in stories) - black or white small only, grey in S/M/L/XL though limited availability - $15

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Deep in nostalgia lately, and I’ve been thinking a lot about the swing, one of my favorite places that doesn’t exist anymore.

I was living in a tiny Sears kit house on Cleveland Ave in Athens, Ga that was a few yards from the train tracks. On the other side of the tracks was a tall tree with a rope swing overlooking a little valley of kudzu where a community of groundhogs had a vast network of tunnels. I’d take my coffee up there most mornings and watch them pop their heads out of their holes. Friends would gather there weekly. I learned a lot about myself at that time. I made a lot of mistakes and grew a lot in that time. I wrote a lot of music inspired by the train noises at night. It was a magical place and a transformative time in my life. I was a runner then, and ran all over town. My life there was traversed largely on foot or by bike, sensory engagement, before I had a computer in my phone.

I’ve been back since and the swing isn’t there. The rotting old house I lived in was renovated and probably costs more than double what I paid for it then.

Thanks for the photographic evidence . I’m glad this photo exists.