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on February 25, 2010

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BTS: Saint Luke x WYWH Maxi

WYWH. as in Wish You Were Here...an idea that poured out of me at the start of the global lockdown when i was craving closeness the most yet somehow running away from it at the same time. i'm notoriously great at romantic self-sabotage, and was feeling compelled to write about it but had no sonic landscape. I hadn't recorded in so long, and standing alone as a solo artist after being in a group for almost 20 years was scary for me. i didn't even know what i was hearing in my spirit, or what i wanted to sound like; i was spending my days riding around alone listening to Wu-Tang. complete isolation, dreaming while awake of being held, adored...left with nothing but time to explore my mind & heart...trying to figure out how to finally follow the latter. a beautiful mess. thank you Luke (a saint forreal) for swooping in at the perfect time and turning my rough ideas into fecund aural dreamscapes. can't wait to actually create with you in person. in other news, remind ...

home.

a lot has changed since the last time i truly considered this place to be a safe space. namely, I've changed. as a woman, as a lover, as an artist. somewhere along the way i became too scared to share. maybe because oversharing became so normal, so gratuitous. literally everyone started oversharing and it just didn't feel the same to me. it was no longer my private joy, my emotional outlet; it started to feel empty, homogenous. literally everyone was oversharing and somehow my misplaced ownership of something that should be celebrated convinced me to push my seat back from the table & withdraw my voice from the conversation. ego is an undying paramour . it's hard to be back here. i've thought about coming back so many times before...my draft folder reads like a car crash in slow motion, just cringy. so much has happened & i am not even sure how to begin but the first step to getting started is always the hardest to take. consider this my way of pulling my...

a pilgrimage for the non-believer.

i found myself somewhere IN there. i'm not sure how or when it happened, but i strayed too far outside & got lost. in the lights. in the mess. in the superficial. in the race. IN everything except myself. i wasn't writing. i wasn't recording. i wasn't feeling. i wasn't really enjoying, i was just coming & going & that seemed right. i was surrounded by everyone yet disconnected from everything. then the universe flipped the off switch on the world & the lights in my spirit broke through. i had to go in to that deep, dark place i had been avoiding. i had to confront myself & wrap my fears in a warm blanket. it's hard to accept all of one's self - i came face to face with my regrets & forgave myself. i assessed my emotional intelligence & unlearned my feels. i converted my thoughts & updated my mind. now i'm somewhere in the middle of my own vortex drawing connecting dots between them all. writing through it. creating thr...

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