Merce Lemon w/ Golomb

Name: Merce Lemon w/ Golomb
Start: 2025-09-07T19:00:00-04:00
Location: 312 Haywood Rd, Asheville, NC, United States, North Carolina 28806

Schedule

Sun, 07 Sep, 2025 at 07:00 pm

UTC-04:00

Location

312 Haywood Rd, Asheville, NC, United States, North Carolina 28806 | Asheville, NC

Merce Lemon
with Golomb
Sunday, September 7th, 2025
AyurPrana Listening Room - 312 Haywood Rd, Asheville, NC 28806
Doors 6PM || Show 7PM
Merce Lemon
“I could not be alive alone,” a longtime family friend says with a smile. “None of us could be alive alone.”
Within the quiet, cascading corners of Pittsburgh lies a community – nothing short of one large family – that spans zip codes, histories, occupations, and generations, always tumbling inwardly into itself, propped up by steadfast pillars of conviction toward spiritual and emotional mutual aid. The kind of earnest community scaffolding that gets bandied about, wielded as conjecture, particularly in an age of increasing fracture through digital sublimation, is alive and quite well within the universe surrounding Merce Lemon.
When asked how the city has inspired her creative practice, she responds with a characteristic joke wrapped in an earthen warmth – “There are big hills, three rivers, and more bridges than anywhere in the whole world.” Growing up in a family of art and music in a city with a small, but vigorously supportive scene, Merce has been going to shows here her whole life, even playing them with the “grown up” friends of her parents – as recently as a few years ago, her band was comprised of her own father and his peers in the Pittsburgh music community.
Merce took a step back in 2020, after releasing her last album Moonth, to reassess during an era of anxiety and lockdown – even the reliably nourishing exercise of releasing and playing music felt precarious. “I was grappling with what kind of relationship I wanted with music in my life. It was just something I’d always done, and I didn’t want to lose the magic of that – but I was just having less fun.” In this time of restless confusion, she turned her gaze inwardly, down to the roots – figuratively and literally.