I was born and raised in Toronto and I knew when I was little that I loved music (it went hand-in-hand with what my parents call "my dramatic personality"). I started in musical theatre, playing background parts in cast of Oliverand Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. But unfortunately, I was born with two left feet, so my dream had to change course a little. Soon after I switched to classical music and joined a children's choir in downtown Toronto, VIVA! Youth Singers of Toronto, as well as three choirs in high school. At the ripe age of 10 I decided to start writing my own music. I had always been writing music, but until then it had been a cappella and honestly, really terrible. Inspired by my then-idol, Taylor Swift, I picked up my sister's guitar and taught myself to play.
From there it picked up quickly. I wrote songs about boys I liked, boys I didn't like, my friends, my family, and absolutely anything I could set a tune to. I settled into a singer-songwriter feel pretty easily. Throughout high school I played markets, school concerts, and open mics, trying to get coverage on the few songs that I was truly ready to showcase. I had a small YouTube channel with 50 or so dedicated subscribers (my family and friends) where I posted bedroom covers filmed on my Blackberry. I loved the little music culture I had created, and I thrived on the energy it gave me. But after deliberation and a lot of nights going back and forth, I decided I wouldn't pursue music as I wanted a "stable career" and a "real degree".
At 17, I left music behind to pursue (what I thought would be) a prosperous and thrilling career in neuroscience at the University of British Columbia. I left my friends and family behind only to be smacked in the face by life and spent the next year feeling like I had made a terrible mistake. I had shipped my Martin guitar cross-country with me, only to realise my program gave me very few opportunities to pull it out, and fewer opportunities to keep writing. I was frustrated and terrified and upset with the path I had picked. Around halfway through the term, I had decided to work towards filming a couple of good quality videos to to post on YouTube to add to my collection of embarrassing phone-filmed covers. Sort of a "last hurrah" with my music career. A couple of songs soon became an album and I before I could get my wits about me I was booking studio time. I had given myself three and a half months in Toronto to do it all and I named it The Blue Book Project, after a notebook in which many of my songs were originally written. Looking back, there are things that I may have done differently, and I don't regret doing it the way I did. The time crunch was stressful but the result was incredible. It pushed me and made me really evaluate what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.
So here we are. My little YouTube channel has more than doubled, I have a full-length album and I'm writing a backstory for a website. And yes, I love getting positive feedback, I love getting likes and follows and streams, but when it all comes down to it, I write music and I sing because it makes me happy. It made me happy showing my parents the first crappy song I ever wrote, having 10 people watch a video I filmed in my basement, or seeing that 2,000 people have listened to my album so far. I write music and push myself in this direction because it is the thing that drives me to wake up every morning and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. It's something that makes my day infinitely better. I move forward with the hope that someone else will find themselves in my songs and that's all I can ask for. I said it when I first announced my album, and I stand by it: This is my joyride, but everyone is welcome to ride shotgun. I can't wait to see what comes next. From me, with love, to you, -Victoria