Author Archives: bellasba

something changed this weekend. none of us are sure what it is. i can describe all the stuff that happened to us, but that won’t quite do it. whatever changed is something slippery and ethereal and resistive of the confines of words. if you twisted my arm for an explanation, i’d probably say that each [...]

we made it back! alive! just like the movie.
oh, except jesse (we had to eat him (just like the movie)).
anyway, it occurs to us that you may be wondering, “hey, bella’s bartok, just what exactly is it like to be on tour?” since there is not yet any kind of way to blog smells, we [...]

no wonder sufjan stevens has like hell of songs about chicago. it’s THE GREATEST.
i have a crush on this city. we all do. if you know her, don’t tell her. if you don’t, she’s that wonderful, humble girl who sits in the back of class. you’ve never found her terribly attractive and you think you [...]

we have seen things. things that’ll change a man. will we all return with Post Tour Stress Disorder, unceasingly shivering in imagined coldness, forevermore prone to leaping in anxious fright toward the nearest window at the mere mention of this… bella’s bartok? the question remains unanswerable.
or, more accurately, the answer is no, we are having [...]

we are on tour.
but what does this mean to you, the curious fan? how will it affect the mindless humdrum of your everyday life?
an inquiry by photograph.
firstly, it means that we are all trapped in a van. the van is called van-essa, or otto van bismarck, or sean van deusen, or occasionally woody harrelson, and [...]