As of tomorrow, I will be back at the farmer's market scene in the June Rowlands Park, hosted by Appletree Markets. So in mini celebration of my return to markets, I want to reflect on how I got started there.
Picture this, it's 2015 and the spring of my Grade 11 year. I am a gangly, barely-out-of-puberty 16 year old and still think I understand what "good time management" means (just wait until university). One afternoon, I had met with a family friend downtown, she studied poetry at a university downtown, and I wanted talk to someone about my lyrics. On my way home from a very reality-inducing conversation, I had thought a lot about what she had to say.
"You need to perform in public if you want to take music seriously"
And I thought had performed "in public". At school assemblies, at open mics in my school, and in front of my friends, but it's easy to do something scary in front of people that support you. I thought I had been taking music seriously, but I was 16 and knew nothing.
With extra time on my hands and a lot of thinking to do, I walked through June Rowlands park, where the market was being held. I had been to this market quite regularly with my family and friends, so I knew the general gist of what was going on. As it was every Tuesday, the market was bustling. Children ran after each other between the stalls, parents ate fish sandwiches at picnic tables and couples looked at crates filled with fresh vegetables. But there was no music.
There was no guitar, violin, singing, nothing. And if a cartoon light bulb could have appeared over my head it would have. I made a beeline for what appeared to be the organizers booth in hopes that this "no artist" was not just a fluke, but they truly had no house musician. Fortunately (for me), they were musician-less.
Within a month or two, I was all set up to play at the market that coming fall. I would run home after school to collect my gear from home, and set up shop in the sun and played for passerbys, I set out a guitar case to collect change and played for four hours nearly every Tuesday the fall of my Grade 12 year.
Flash forward, June Rowlands Market is still one of my favourite places to perform. I've learned so much playing at that market. I learned to shake off any fears about performing in public, I've learned to escalate my professionalism even in relaxed environments, to construct a set list catered to your audience and engage crowds no matter the size. Markets remind me why I perform, why I write music. For the people who sit for a song or two, even though they have no idea who I am. For the regulars who comeback week after week to hear me play Tracy Chapman's Fast Car. For the people who are enthralled enough to buy an album. I am so excited to return to the June Rowlands Market this week and hope to see you all there.
From me, with love, to you,
So, I'm not sure who noticed but I got Twitter. I'm not fussed if nobody noticed, I wasn't stoked about the idea of getting Twitter, therefore didn't advertise it the way I likely should have, nor have I been as active as I could have. But I got Twitter, or I guess re-got Twitter.
Yes, once upon a time I had a Twitter account. When I was 14 I had a terribly cringey Twitter account which served one purpose: proof that adolescents should not be on social media. It was full of terrible jokes and pop culture references I didn't understand well enough to comment on. It made me uncomfortable and self-conscious of everything I said.
So, if I didn't really want Twitter, why did I get it? Social media platforms can be a lot to manage and I consistently complain about not having enough time in my day. If I'm being honest I felt a little obligated. Not because I'm delusional and think people need to hear my thoughts. My inner thoughts are pretty mundane and consist primarily of random trains of thought that my sisters have to endure. But I felt that as an aspiring artist, I needed to make sure I was using all my outlets to reach as many people as possible. So I got Twitter.
But turns out, I still hate Twitter.
There are two main reasons. The first being I'm not "Twitter funny". Keeping up with trends on Twitter is insanely difficult, within the hour the world has shifted its attention to a new topic of conversation and if you didn't get your 280 characters down in that time, you're old news. Trends on Instagram or even Facebook for that matter last at least a day or two, whereas Twitter's constant updates mean even when you're ahead of the game, you're behind. And frankly I'm not that funny in the way Twitter wants you to be. I'm not the short, witty, funny that fits into a sentence or two. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've made people laugh before and if I really try I can tell a funny story. But when you think "Victoria", "funny" is not a defining attribute and I'm okay with that, that's why I'm in music and not comedy. So, 1/2 the people on Twitter looking for a laugh, won't necessarily be hunting for my account.
And the 2nd reason. If your not the 50% of the Twitter population looking for a laugh, you're looking at a political argument, a public shaming, or controversial issue. I'm going to speak very briefly on this, because my political opinion shouldn't matter to anyone. I'm not a politician and unless its in the comfort of friends or contextually fits into a discussion, there's no need for me to chime in. I mean I'll tag along in the social-media-political gossip if someone is doing something obviously wrong, like lighting babies on fire, but other than that I like to keep my (frankly) unimportant political opinions to myself.
And there are other tiny reasons I don't like Twitter; it feels vain thinking that my moment-to-moment thoughts are important enough to force other people to see, I don't feel like I have the time to keep up with it, and I'm just not that in-tune with how it works. Logically, you've all arrived at one conclusion:
"Victoria, just stop complaining and FUCKING DELETE TWITTER"
And to that I say: "I CAN'T".
I like Twitter. Don't get me wrong, I still hate it. But now I like it. I still maintain all my previous beliefs, and my Twitter is an embarrassing example of a social media profile, but I can't delete it. I keep wanting to get better, be better and say something funny, and instead make two consecutive tweets about birds as if I'm taking a degree in ornithology.
Anyways, at least there's always Instagram.
From me, with love, to you,
So, finals are officially done and May is practically here, and that means for another summer I'm packing up 90% of my life and going back to Toronto. Every year this begs the question from friends and strangers alike whether or not I want to stay in Vancouver or go back to Toronto? And even more, which city do I prefer? It's not that I don't want to stay in Vancouver for the summer. I have seriously considered staying on the west coast, but I can't say that I've disconnected from the east coast yet. Plus, I get to see my family and go to the cottage. So between that and the money I save living in Toronto, I spend summers back at home.
But this doesn't mean I like Toronto better. The longer I stay out here the less I'm sure about which city I like better. My first year in Vancouver I couldn't stand it, the weather, missing home, and university in general had my life in circles. However, over time I've built a family here, I've become accustomed to university and learned to deal with the rain (I'm not going to say I like it, I'm not crazy).
What made me fall in love with Vancouver? There is the obvious, I'm a fan of the people I've met. A city is only as good as the people it's filled with. Aside from that, Vancouver is active, people are constantly on their feet and looking for something to do. Granted, exercise is a hobby I rarely engage with, but it's nice always having the option. I can always find someone to walk the seawall with me or take the Sea to Sky up to Whistler. In addition, Vancouver springs are outstanding, not only are they super early in the year (compared to the rest of Canada), but the cherry blossoms make the city so beautiful it's practically distracting. I've loved engaging in the local music scene. The west coast has a thriving independent music industry and I've loved the way it has welcomed me over the past couple years. I've been able to grow as an artist and performer that Toronto wouldn't have allowed me to do. And finally, being by both the ocean and mountains is more than amazing.
But what about Toronto? Growing up on in Toronto provides a slight advantage - not that I'm keeping score. My family and childhood friends are there, and I've spent so much time getting to know the city. But if you ignore that obvious step up, Toronto is more of a city than Vancouver is. Toronto feels bigger, faster and more alive. I understand that it's not for everyone but I love feeling like my city is moving, it keeps me focused on looking forward rather than standing still. A bigger city also means more diversity and more experiences. Everyone in Toronto is that little bit more eccentric. Being normal is weird and being weird is normal. On a personal note, I love walking in Toronto; people in Toronto walk more often. It sounds stupid, but they just do. Finally, I love the snow in the winter, Toronto with a fresh layer of snow almost rivals a Vancouver spring covered in cherry blossom petals. Plus, when it rains it pours and then stops. You don't get seven days of grey like you do on the west coast.
Don't get me wrong, neither city is perfect, but neither is bad. I love both. Took me a long time to get to a point where I could say that, and I accredit it mostly to the people I've met, but I love both cities. There are days in Toronto I miss long walks through Kits, and days in Vancouver I'd kill to be at the Brickworks. Sorry if you were looking at this post to validate your opinion on your favourite city, that's not really what I'm here to do. I'm going to miss Vancouver this summer, but I am excited to get back to my roots for a little bit.
From me, with love, to you,
For many, summer is underway, or on the way in the next couple months. But as May is just around the corner and people are itching to get into the warmest part of the year, I want to talk about the phenomenon that occurs this time every year. The mass release of music. Whether you have two months to go to camp, four months in retail or you take two weeks off at work to go cottaging, it's hard to deny summer is buzzing in the air and the music industry knows that. This time every year, music is released in a slow and steady stream, with every song clammering to be the "song of the summer".
And yeah, I get that music is released all year, but summer music holds a special place in everyone's lives. The songs on played at beach parties and patio bars. It's the song that by mid-July is so rooted in your brain, you catch yourself humming it more times than is pleasant. Summer music is quintessentially happy. It's about getting away, living life, and being in love. This music becomes laced into pop culture history, and thrives on the laid-back nature of summer. People want to be in a good mood during the summer and industry knows that.
But in order for us to fall in love with this music all summer, it needs to be familiar before June hits and we're all well into developing our tan (or sunburn in my case). So this music is coming out now and over the next month.
And I understand if you think I'm being dramatic about how much of a staple these summer songs are in Western culture. But facts can't be exaggerated. In order to prove myself, I did a little bit of research and delved back in time to find old songs of the summer, just to prove how influential they are.
In summer of 1965, the charts were topped with The Rolling Stones' I Can't Get No Satisfaction, and The Beatles' Help!. I've decided to link these songs below just in case you live under a rock.
Not enough proof? 1972 featured both Brandy by Looking Glass and Lean on Me by Bill Withers.
And I could go on forever, songs of summer include Bad, Bad Leroy Brown (Jim Croce - 1972), Jessie's Girl (Rick Springfield - 1981), Papa Don't Preach (Madonna - 1986) and Macarena (Los Del Rio - 1996). YES. The MACARENA is a summer song!
And new music you ask? Old music isn't your jam? Crazy in Love by Beyonce (2003) and I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry (2008) in the 2010's and Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (2012) and One Dance by Drake (2016) were all the top songs of their respective summers.
So I guess my point is, the music you listen to this summer is important. The music you love and sing along to, gets hung up on a wall among the greatest of the greats. Summer music is a cultural staple whether or not you want to realize it.
My picks for this year's summer song? Well, it's probably not even out yet but I've got my fingers crossed the Jonas Brothers will pull something out of their back pocket and bring back the era of bands. One can always dream.
Also, I'd love to know what your favourite summer song is? Not on this list? Not on any list? Let me know what gets you pumped for sunny days ahead.
From me, with love, to you,
(P.S. Because I'm no rookie, if you need sources. It's no APA formatting, but it does the trick.)
Every summer, university students across the world jump to LinkedIn and Indeed to pick up a summer job and I have joined them. For a while, I was putting off job-hunting, while I decided whether or not I was going to be staying in Vancouver for the summer. But as much as making the decision to go home has taken some of the pressure off, it also has made me accept the reality that it's time to buckle down and find a job.
In an old post (see below), I talked about how stressful being a university student is. With finals right around the corner (7 days to be exact), this stress has not subsided at all. And on top of all the usual life things that need to occur, I now need to job hunt. This means revamping resumes, writing cover letters, and explaining why I, over all the other qualified university students, are the best for the job.
And I'm not going to lie, at first the job hunt was fun. It was fun imagining all the fun things I could do this summer, all the exciting new opportunities four months out of school would give me. But this excitement descended into madness fairly quickly. I soon realized that I was caught in what I call "The Work Experience Loop".
The Work Experience Loop, while incredibly stupid, is quite simple to understand. It is the situation where a job requires you to have work experience to get the job, but not being able to get work experience, because all jobs want you to have work experience. See the problem?
And I'm not saying that I haven't had work experience, but it's hard to get a job that's not retail or service without work experience. I was looking at an internship (specifically for university students) in the music industry yesterday and it asked for 3 years of work experience in digital and social media marketing. THREE YEARS. Three years ago I was still in high school.
The second problem is my Long Term Plan. A Long Term Plan is your endgame, the job that you see your career path ultimately ending on. As much as I've loved working in retail, selling jeans and t-shirts isn't really where I see myself post-university. There's only so many times I can say the words "buy one get one half off" before my head explodes; retail fun but it doesn't get me up in the morning. My Long Term Plan lies somewhere else. And I've been putting off settling on my Long Term Plan for so long, working odd jobs here and there avoiding the fact that I'm entering my early 20's and it's time to figure out a direction for the next couple years (I am well aware my parents are somewhere reading this saying "it's time to get your ass in gear").
Frankly, I've been putting it off because of the Work Experience Loop. Afraid to apply to a job where I don't have a background in, Plus, no matter how you frame it, getting a "no" sucks. And knowing I don't have the work experience I need means I'm subjecting myself to a whole lot of "no". Starting something new and accepting the fact that I'm in and on my way to being an adult makes me a little weak in the knees. I don't understand how taxes work and I still don't have the self-restraint to not binge-watch Netflix, I'm definitely not ready to be an adult. The idea of settling and going for my Long Term Plan makes me want to throw up just a little bit.
So that's where I'm at right now. That limbo between being a student and being unemployed. There really is no silver lining to this story until I find a job, so that's it for now. Good luck in your job hunting, and hopefully yours is going better than mine.
From me, with love, to you,
My music background is diverse. I started in musical theatre at 10, after I was unable to shake a nasty speech impediment (I couldn't say the letter "r", truly quite traumatic when you're parents name you VictoRia). I loved singing, but unfortunately I had two left feet and musical theatre had a lot of "off seasons". My older sister suggested a private sector choir that her high school teacher conducted, one which she was constantly recruiting for. I was hesitant, choir seemed nerdy and it wasn't really my cup of tea. But I joined because I wanted to sing and my parents were starting to give up on my dreams of ever winning a Tony - seriously, I can't dance.
If I'm being honest, I didn't like choir at first. It was a level of discipline that musical theatre didn't have. I felt uncomfortable and out of place. I was a terrible sight reader (for people who don't sing, sight reading is exactly what you think it is, being given music and a starting note and just singing along) and struggled through what my peers found simple. But I dragged my feet through a full season.
That fall I went to high school and my conductor became my vocal teacher. I had to join another choir in order to keep singing in high school, and it was a program my older sister swore by. A lot of the faces I knew, friends of my sister's, friends from choir, and peers in my own grade.
Throughout this time, I stuck with the private sector choir I had replaced my musical theatre career with. I stuck with it because I made friends, I found a group of girls who I identified with. A little bit quirky, a little bit loud and I loved them for it, and they loved me. I found solace sitting in a church room every Monday night for hours, passing notes we wrote on our music, labouring as a group over intervals or vowels until our diaphragms were sore.
And my school choir. These people became my family. I spent an inordinate amount of time in choir at school. In the vocal room, practice rooms, and auditorium (singing in stairwells during exam session and the strings and bands students took all the practice rooms). The people in that choir I owe so much to, for getting me through incredibly hard times. They bore the brunt of my worst days and I am so grateful for them.
I joined choir to find an outlet and stayed because I fell in love with the people. Choir is the "team sport" of singing. You have your coach - your conductor, your captain - your section leader, and your teammates. Throughout my high school career I traveled to two different countries in choirs, sang in six different choirs, became a teaching assistant, a section leader, but most importantly, I made friends that I still tell everything to, because things aren't important if you're not with people you love. Granted, I still sight sing like a tone deaf cat, I got way more out of my experience in choir than anyone can ever teach me.
So go out their friends and find your team, because I found mine and it was fucking awesome.
From me, with love, to you,
"Lately, I've been stepping over things he's trying to build "
As I've talked about quite a bit on this website of mine, I was in a serious long-term relationship at one point. But we broke up and there was this big space in my life where he used to be, and frankly I was desperate to fill it with another human. I had spent nearly two years with a person that was my person, and I lacked that. I lacked the attention that comes with having a boyfriend, I lacked the feeling of being cared for. It's not that I wanted a relationship, but I wanted aspects of a relationship that my single life was missing.
A month or two into being single, I started hanging out with a friend of mine quite regularly, we talked everyday, saw each other all the time and he began to fill the space that had been left empty.
"I just want to be loved, I drag him 'round again"
However, I spent time with him for the wrong reasons entirely. A thing that I may have forgotten to mention is that I knew very well that my friend had feelings for me. He cared about me so fully, and I saw him as a friend. But I continued to see him. I continued to text him and talk to him, tell him about my day and let him comfort me when I was stressed. I knew I was being selfish, but I also depended on this micro-relationship I had built.
"Somehow, I feel lonelier when I'm with him"
That part of my life was so confusing. Everyday was filled with new feelings. I felt guilty for acting the way I was, for being selfish with a person I knew was so incredibly kind. I knew how he felt, and I knew how I felt. I would chicken out on plans that felt to commitment-y because I wanted a relationship without a relationship.
At the same time, I was so empty. I didn't understand why I kept doing this, why I didn't just go out and find someone I actually wanted to be with. I had this thing that was almost right, but it just kept reminding me that I didn't have the real thing. I had this mirage, and it was so delicate; I knew it was a matter of time before it disappeared.
And frankly, there were days when I liked him. When I almost went through with the whole charade because I genuinely wanted to.
"I feel wrong at the end of the day"
So that's what this song is about. It doesn't paint me in the most flattering light, but I stand by the way I felt and the honest story it tells.
I'm looking into sharing new music soon, keeping with my trend of 2019. Thank you so much for all the positive feedback my new stuff has received. I appreciate you guys so much.
From me, with love, to you,
I thought I’d do something different and engage in a little story time. Last weekend I met a very cute guy (let’s call him Guy for the sake of anonymity) at a bar after playing a show. And me, being human and attracted to cute guys decided I wanted to hang out with Guy. He was cute, and from out of town so if me and my awkwardness crashed and burned, then I really didn’t lose anything did I?
So, here’s where my night takes off. My friend and I are at the bar I played at and after my show Guy and I start making conversation. He proposed we move to bar #2. I’m a little hesitant because I have my guitar, but he says it will be really fun and he really thinks I should come. So, again, me being a girl, gets persuaded by Guy and the proposition of spending an evening with someone I find attractive. I cannot be blamed for my actions as of yet.
So, my friend, Guy and his friends, and myself relocated to bar #2, where things become interesting (please remember my life is remarkably vanilla so “interesting” comes with a little asterisk). I check my guitar in coat check, which if you know me is a lot of commitment because I don’t really let anyone touch my guitar, and spend some time getting to know this boy who I have committed my evening to.
I would also like to interject a new piece of information that is relevant to the telling of this story: I don’t enjoy when boys buy me drinks. I know this is weird and there are at least 20 girls reading this thinking “what the fuck, why do you go to bars?”. It started about a year ago when I realised that my guy friends were paying for my drinks. This wasn’t really fair, we are all in university, working minimum wage jobs. My friends and I are equals yet somehow, they got caught paying all the tabs because they have a Y chromosome. So, I pay for my own drinks 9/10 times. If I’m out with my friends and someone buys a round of drinks, I’m not going to be pretentious and make a big deal, but consistently (especially if I’m out with guy friends) I make an effort to pay for my own booze, or at least buy the next round.
That being said, Guy offered to buy my drinks and I didn’t want to get into a philosophical debate about my drink-buying policy with a stranger at a bar that I was trying to flirt with. I’m not a great flirt, but I know philosophical debates at bars are a pretty big “no”. So, I let Guy buy my drinks (I did offer, and offer, but he said no).
Things are going very well with me and Guy. Guy is being very touchy, so I be very touchy back. Guy says something flirty, so I do my best to muster up something witty in return. I’m really putting my best foot forward here. Until Guy brings up the conversation that ends the whole night:
Guy: So, I really liked your set
Me: Thank you
Guy: You write all your own songs?
Me: Yeah, I really like it
Guy: Can you write a song about me?
Me: Haha, what?
Guy: C’mon you wrote songs about other guys, what did they have to do sleep with you?
Me: I’m sorry, what?
Guy: Haha, it’s no big deal. I want a song, what do I need to do, sleep with you?
And here my friends, is where I take a pause from story time to let everyone know something. If you feel the need to offer sex in EXCHANGE for something, you have crossed a line. Just in case you needed to know where the line in the sand is, it’s right there.
From me, with love, to you,
P.S. To finish my story, I left briefly after. Guy asked me to stay using the ever-so flattering line “Oh what are you doing? I’m just an asshole when I’m drunk.” On the off chance he ever gets a song, which let’s be honest he got a blog post he isn’t special enough to get two things, I really don’t think it’s going to be the kind of song he wanted. Sucks to suck.
"I get caught up in the wind and I start to drift"
I floundered on writing this a little bit, the song is really personal, and sharing it's meaning was something I found kind of stressful. But I also wanted to explain it because a) it's a song I'm really proud of and b) I love the meaning behind songs just as much, if not more, than just the song so I figured there are a couple people out their who shared this feeling with me.
I wrote Steady last fall. It had been a year since I had been in a serious relationship and I had spent the last year trying to ground myself. My previous relationship had been passionate and all-consuming, meaning the burn out was overwhelming. And in the absence of this relationship I had filled my life with things that I hadn't otherwise been able to: music, philanthropy, school all took front seats in my life for the first time in a while.
"I keep locked on the shore with nothing to look for"
And all these big changes meant big highs as well as big lows. And this place where someone used to be, where someone used to bear the weight of my life, was empty. And I was pushing through on my own. While I'm grateful for the role my friends and family took in filling this space, there is something unique about having one person that is yours.
So while I was happy being single and I had built this life I was so proud to be living, I started reaching the point in which I was ready to start seeing people again. In the fantastic words of Ed Sheeran "Success is nothing if you have no one there left to share it with". So I decided to throw my hat back in the ring. I started flirting with guys again, I went on Bumble and (oh dear God) Tinder, just to see what was out there.
"The way this heart moves gets the best of me"
And it wasn't long before I developed a bit of a crush. But that's the thing about crushes, they bubble up and fizzle out, leaving you kind of hollow. And it happened again and again. The bubble and fizzle. Nothing of significance, just more frustrating than anything. I was frustrated that I felt like I was ready, but nobody else was. I was frustrated that I couldn't just settle on one person. I was frustrated that I felt like I was liking people for the sake of liking people and not because I knew anything would come of these crushes.
Steady was a way to express the fact that while nothing of any true substance had occurred, I was still getting tousled around. I was still trying to find my bearings and genuinely was unable to do so.
"I get caught up in you, the things that you do"
So that's what Steady is about. Just being in this void when it comes to your love-life. Where nothing happens, but you still feel like you're putting in all this energy. That feeling where you are begging yourself to find one person and settle down, but you can't. Where you're so unsure about what you want out of a relationship, you can't possibly know the right kind of people to look for.
So no, either people I know or listeners, trying to determine who Steady is about, I'm sorry to disappoint. It's about a feeling, one I hope you can relate to.
"The way this heart moves gets the best of me"
If you want to hear me play this as well as other new music, Friday March 1st I will be at the Roxy at 7:30pm!
From me, with love, to you,
I get this question a lot:
How do you write music?
I understand the need to know something you don't know. We're innately curious so this question makes a lot of sense. I get the same feeling when I see someone dance, or study economics, or walk and drink water at the same time. So I'm sharing my advice for writing music. Giving up my trade secrets.
Let's start with the basics. Learn some music theory, it makes your life infinitely easier. You understand how chords and notes fit together, you have a better understanding of how to manipulate music to make it sound even slightly different from the four chord progression that makes up every pop song. (This rule has changed slightly over time as rap and hip-hop become more mainstream, but similar rules apply to that genre).
Learn an instrument. With technology nowadays this isn't a necessary step, but having an instrument to fiddle around on is worth your time. That's why I learned to play guitar, to write music. Cheap guitars are all over the place and YouTube makes learning to play guitar too easy. You can really find anything on YouTube, from unclogging a toilet to Twitch streamers.
And this is where things get complicated. There is no formula for writing music. Some of my songs I've written in 15 minutes. I have a feeling or an idea that I want to express and within minutes I've got it expressed in the way it's in my head, this happened with Cheers. I had this raw, unfiltered feeling that I needed to explain to myself, and I feel like that comes across in the song. I didn't want Cheers to be put together and proper. That wouldn't have been authentic to the experience it was about.
On the other hand, some of my songs are long crafted metaphors. They get written and re-written as time goes on. Sometimes I haven't said things in the way I want to say, sometimes the story changes and I need to rewrite what happened. (This doesn't happen that often though, usually I'll write a new song, because I don't always feel comfortable changing songs because I feel like I need to honour the feelings I had at that time.) Some songs, like Crows, take more time to think about. I need to make the pieces fit, and tell the story in a way that honours the people the story is about. Am I Safe Here? went through multiple rewrites before I was happy with the final product. Moreover, sometimes I'll write a song, come back to it in a few months and take a verse or a chorus from that song, scrap the rest and write a new song.
And what about the music you ask? While sometimes the guitar comes first, sometimes the words come first. Sometimes I'm in the shower and I come up with a chorus and before I know, I soaking wet in my towel, sitting on my bed with my guitar and writing down a song in scrawling handwriting. There is no technique to how I put it together, unfortunately that trade secret is no secret.
Finally, like anything else, practice. I write lots of music that is purely therapeutic that nobody should ever hear. I write lots of music that just isn't that great. The first song I ever remember writing was when I was 8 years old. I didn't understand that structure of songs so it was just more like a tangential paragraph than a song. I've been writing and refining for years. Writing is a skill, same with singing, playing guitar, and anything else in this world.
If you want to start writing music, just rip off the band-aid and go for it. If you want to do it just for you, to share with other people. I write music because I need to get things off my mind, it just happens that other people seem to enjoy the things I write, so I share it with them. Hope this was a helpful insight into my creative process, and I hope you are all having a good reading break (for my university friends, the rest of you...well have doing whatever you're doing).
From me, with love, to you,
P.S. If you haven't had a chance to check out my new song yet, Steady, I've linked to it down below. Also, I got Twitter so you all can hear my random day to day thoughts.
What's going on?
Here's a place where I'll try to keep you updated on what's going on in my life and with my music to keep you connected.