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.
So love birds, another Valentine's Day is upon us.
And if we're being honest, I wasn't really sure where I was going with this post when I started it. I wanted to comment on this love-fest of a holiday, but the "I hate Valentine's Day attitude" and "hallmark holiday" shtick have been written into the ground. Moreover, when single people say that they're happy being single, it never sounds genuine. Like if I say "oh I'm actually really happy right now being on my own" 9/10 people picture me with a pint of Ben and Jerry's, glass of red wine and a cat. Well WRONG, I don't have a cat...and now I'm really craving Ben and Jerry's.
Valentine's Day is so played out, there is nothing new I can say about it. There is no epiphany I can have that you will not find somewhere else on the internet. Is it because I'm not that intelligent? Possibly. Is it because I've had a fever for four days and my body constitution is 70% chicken noodle soup? More likely. But here we go, I'm talking about love anyways. Because it's February 14th and I'm too committed to this to back out now (**cracks knuckles**).
So courtesy of my friends and family, I'm going to share the worst relationship advice I have ever received. I will not call them out because I am not a bitch, but they know who they are.
1) "He's doing [insert action] because he likes you"
I hear this said to me and others ALL THE DAMN TIME. This is a lie that is well illustrated in He's Just Not That Into You. It's unfair to assume that everything a guy does is to get in your pants. Maybe he paid for your coffee because you looked like a tired piece of trash, not because he thinks your cute. Maybe he asked you to come to the party because he thought you'd bring your sister, the girl he is actually into (Side note: If you think that's too specific to be a made up example, you're right. This has actually happened to me). Maybe he booty-called you because he's drunk... sorry let me correct myself: he definitely booty-called you because he's drunk. My point is there is a list of 300 reasons someone might do something, only 1 of which being "he likes you". Do the math.
2) "He texted you 20 minutes later, so you have to wait at least 10 minutes"
Who has the time in their life to do this kind of math every time you want to send a text to a guy. And serious question: do guys do this shit too? Is it just girls? Dear God I hope so. If I see a text and don't respond right away, I am nearly guaranteed never responding to that text. This has led to my mom calling me asking "why haven't you responded to my text" at least 7 times in 2019. He sent you a text because he wants you to respond, so respond. I have a lot of thoughts on "texting etiquette" and I'm not going to get into it but basically, respond when you want to respond. I doubt he's looking at the time stamps.
And the worst advice I have received, regarding boys, in my 20 years on this earth *drum roll*:
3) "Just wait for him to make a move"
Oh, surprise surprise, you have no good answer. Girls complain about being single but won't ask out the boys that they have crushes on I DON'T UNDERSTAND. It's so unfair to expect guys to make the first move but be too afraid to do it yourself. Also, isn't it better to just rip the band-aid off, ask and get your answer? Do you know how much time I would have saved in my life if I stopped waiting around for guys and just got my answers when I wanted them? Ladies, just ask your man out, we do it on Bumble, do it in real life.
So that's the worst advice I've ever received. And maybe in certain situations and for certain people that advice is actually very necessary. As well, I'm not saying that there isn't a game that needs to be played when it comes to flirting and getting involved with people, but there is also something to be said about being honest with yourself and others about what you want.
So Happy Valentine's Day friends. I hope you get out of today what you want, a bubble bath, a nice dinner, a movie night or just getting off your feet for a couple hours before the next day begins. As for me? I'll be riding out the last of my bronchitis (maybe I'll tell that story later), at home, in bed, rewatching The Office. And remember: chocolate goes on sale tomorrow.
From me, with love, to you,
I recognize that nothing I say here will be new. But there are few unique insights into university student life so I will do my best (at least) to make this interesting.
You know when you're little? And you want to carry 30 things, but you have these tiny hands, and LORD knows you're not taking more than one trip (we're just prepping for when we have to take the groceries in from the car). So what do you do? You make a pocket out of your shirt and start placing all your toys in there. You're a damn genius right? RIGHT?! Wrong. Your mom is upset that your shirt is all stretched out, and as you're using one hand to hold up your shirt pocket, your second hand is trying to fit everything in there. And when you bend down to pick something up you drop one stuffed toy or doll or action figure. That's just not happening. This is university.
Every university student is a toddler trying to carry everything in their shirt. Or at least it feels like it sometimes. We keep piling things on. It starts with classes. Right now I'm taking 5. For three years now I've taken 5 or 6 classes every term which is a pretty dense course load (sit down engineering students, we get it). So five classes, and in sciences that means 10 midterms. If a term is only 13 weeks and count three at the beginning and three at the end that should be "midterm empty", that's about seven weeks for all 10 midterms. Not including assignments, papers or other wonderful bullshit that may rear its head throughout the term.
Of course, I want to blow off some steam after a long day of classes, so I start going to bars. Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays - not all three every week, I have a liver - are bar nights. I grab a group of friends and shed some sorrows with a gin and tonic, the drink of champions. But here is problem #2: bars are expensive (all of Vancouver is expensive, that's its own problem). Even if it's just coffee with your friends, Starbucks is eating my money left, right and centre.
So it's time for me to get a job to replace the money I'm spending doing fun things. I try to pick up as many shifts as possible, but I'm still supposed to be studying because it's my friend's birthday on Friday and I have two midterms next week and a paper due Friday afternoon so I haven't got the chance to study yet.
All of this means you spend a lot of time sitting down, sitting at work, sitting in class and sitting in the library. So you try to get up to Whistler maybe once in a while, go for a walk there, and a yoga class here. Just to make sure you don't have a heart palpitation at 24 and make it to graduation. (Let's be honest, this is usually last priority).
And then you have things that you just like to do. I'm in a sorority, so we have chapter meeting and mandatory events. It's not that big a hassle, because I get to hang out with my friends. But it still steals a little bit of time out of my day.
So now, along with eating, sleeping and fitting in a shower now and again, I'm studying, being social, working, attempting to work out and going to sorority stuff. But I'm also writing music, booking shows and managing social media (and writing this post). So what do I do? I make a shirt pocket, a quick fix. I cut back on sleep this week. But when I empty my shirt out, it's stretched out and looks pretty garbage. And as I was stacking things up in my shirt I didn't realize that I dropped something trying to pick something up (I dropped "exercise", it's always exercise).
Being in university is 4 years of "quick-fixes". Not always intelligent or helpful at all. We all try to fit all this stuff into our life-"shirt pocket". Stacking the resume, making the best of being young, but my lord we need more than 24hrs in a day. And this is just my schedule. I have friends who have taken on more than I have or reallocated space in their lives in ways that I've chosen not to. Take 3 classes and get a 2nd job. Don't be social and get better grades, but feel like garbage because you're locked in a library.
Being a university student is super fun, but it's also super stressful. So if you have a university student in your life, give them a hug. Grab them a coffee (they need it). Tell them that they're doing well. They could stand to hear it every once in a while.
From me, with love, to you,
I would like to begin with one thing:
I'm not sharing this post for pity, for sympathy, for any of the above. I don't like those things. I'm sharing this, my story, in hope that anyone will read this and find strength in it. Find the will to reach out and get the help they need.
My story begins a long time ago. I've been in and out of war with my mental health, but I'm going to talk about my first year of university. I moved across the country when I was 17 to attend the University of British Columbia, leaving my friends, family and boyfriend (of the time) on the east coast. And it was hell on earth.
I was consumed with the people I left behind, regretting my decision day in and day out. All this resentment made me inhospitable and a nightmare to make friends with. So now I'm out west, by myself, with no friends. No one to check in on me if I didn't leave my dorm room, no one to ask me if I was okay, no one to check if I was eating. So I simply fell apart.
By the middle of my first term of first year I couldn't attend classes, if I did I had to sit in a single spot in the lecture hall and should that seat be taken I had to go home to my dorm because I could feel the panic setting in. Should a class be cancelled or an plan changed I was so anxious, I wasn't able to do anything for the rest of the day. I walked out of exams halfway through because I couldn't read all the words. And at Christmas I had zero intention of going back to school. I was out for the count.
But I went back, back to the rain and the studying and the long hours. Back to lying awake at night, running through all the scenarios of what could go wrong, what had gone wrong and what will go wrong. I would call my boyfriend screaming bloody murder, because the anxiety caused so much pain in my chest I thought I was dying.
I had to return to Toronto for half a week in my second term. Upon going home I was diagnosed with a series of illnesses, one of which being social anxiety disorder. Social anxiety means a variety of things. Always being that tad bit quirky and awkward hasn't helped either. It means every relationship I have, romantic, platonic, passing or lasting, is a struggle. I ruminate on tiny details; if I speak and someone laughs in the back of the room I know it's about me. If I'm in a crowded place I feel like someone is going to hurt me. Social anxiety leads to a fear and paranoia of social situations. I live with social anxiety disorder.
But I was diagnosed. Getting diagnosed was my first step out of the hole. All at once everything and nothing changed. Everything made sense. For so long I felt so broken, with no way to describe, validate or get help for the way I was feeling. But my diagnosis helped me to understand what was going on, and gave those around me a way to understand what I was going through.
But what about now you ask? What do I look like now? I still live with it. Having it go away completely is possible, not guaranteed, and recurrent episodes are things I keep my eye out for. But I live with it.
And that's what I want to emphasize. I live with it. I take steps in my day to day life to manage panic attacks and anxiety episodes. Baking cookies, playing guitar, and going for walks all keep me grounded in the whirl wind that is my mental health. I live in a world where I am open to share my story, where I am supported by my loved ones and celebrated for my strengths. I know my limits, I'm proactive about my mental health and I know when I can't fight the beast. But I live with it, not against it, not in spite of it.
I'm sharing my story in hope that one single person will see this and know that the "light" that everyone talks about, "standing in the sun", "the end of the tunnel", "cloud nine" all that cheesy bullshit is true. All the myths about getting stronger and learning more about yourself: IT'S TRUE. I have watched so many around me fall in the war against mental health and their losses are weights we carry with us. But mental health is a fight you can win. A relapse is just a relapse, a rough day is just a rough day. I'm not saying that everyday with mental health is hard, but not every day is easy.
So if you're reading this, please, reach out. Even if to a stranger. I did and it changed everything. Reach out to a professional, a support group, a superior, a family member or a friend. If you see someone struggling reach out for them. Remember that you are not your mental health. You live alongside it, but in no way does it define you. You are not broken, you are not wrong, you are just lost. Find the things that make you happy and do them! Run in the rain and walk on the beach and listen to music so loud you feel the walls shake. Do all the horribly movie-moment things that make you smile. Do them for the people who can't and do them for yourselves.
I want to thank everyone who read this post, everyone who supports me on a day to day basis. I want to thank my mama for being a rock. My dad for taking this on with an open mind. My sisters for being the kind of amazing I'm not even able to verbalize. My best friend for teaching me what it's like to lose and love and survive the things that break us.
I've linked resources below for support for a variety of causes. If you found solace in this please share it with your friends or post about your story. Love yourself, love others and be happy.
From me, with love, to you,
So what's the game plan for the next little bit? Good question!
I'm so excited to be getting back to shows for the next couple weeks. I'll be back, out and about, doing what I love most. So let's get started:
Thursday January 24th - I'll be at The Roxy Cabaret for their acoustic night. I'll be playing alongside some amazing artists, Sincerely Craig and Lolai. I'll be on at 8:30pm and I'll be playing the music that I've been teasing for the last little bit.
Thursday February 7th - I'll be at the Railway. I don't have an exact time for this yet, because it's still a couple weeks out. I will (again) be playing with some amazing artists: Chris Sol, Emma Alves and Ria Jade.
So if you're interested in seeing me live those are the two places to catch me in the next little bit!
From me, with love, to you,
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, SOOOOOOOOOOO....
Has anyone seen my new Instagram post? Which post you ask? This post ^^
So, like I said, I'm releasing new music. But I've been getting a couple questions about why and how I'm doing it so I thought I'd go into a bit more depth about what's going on.
When I released The Blue Book Project, it was supposed to be more of a "last hurrah" rather than a stepping stone to where I am now. I truly intended it to be the last thing I did in music before I took up a career sitting in a lab looking at neurons. But, as we all know, that didn't happen. I continued with music because it makes me happy; happy in a way that academics can't. I write, play and sing because I'm over the moon about it.
Finishing The Blue Book Project was one of the most amazing things that happened to me, but it also took everything I have. I wrote and produced the whole thing as well as played a ton of the instrumental and - frankly - invested a lot of money in it. I originally had thought about releasing a new EP over the summer but I wasn't interested on taking on this project solo. I've learned that I'm not a great producer and I needed someone who saw my passion and my ideas and executed them. But after searching and reaching out I couldn't find a producer that I was in love with...well I couldn't find a producer that I'm in love with that I would be able to afford.
I'm still in school. I'm still studying and writing exams and pulling all-nighters trying merely to pass. I'm still eating plain pasta for dinner at least once a week because I didn't have time to go grocery shopping. I barely fit in time to sleep and shower, let alone spend hours in a studio. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather spend time in a studio, but my education is still something I really value and need to see it through. And like most students, I'm not financially in the place I need to be to make such a large investment like producing a new album.
On the other hand, I'm writing so much new music. Music that is more mature, more powerful and music that I'm so excited to share. Social media-wise, I'm in a place where my posts are reaching people outside of my immediate circle and I'm truly getting to share my content. I've been posting bits and pieces of music on my stories and it is being so well received. I want to share this music I've been writing but I don't have the means to do it...
So I've decided to move forward anyway and post new music on social media. I understand that this is a change of pace from The Blue Book Project, but it gives me the space to post songs that I'm proud of while still giving me piece of mind. It's through all the amazing support I've been getting that this is even an option, and I appreciate all of the love that has been sent my way. There are two videos that will be coming out in the next couple weeks and I'm restless waiting to share them. I hope you love them as much as I do. Until then, remember to subscribe, follow and like all my media pages to know and keep up with what's going on. (P.S. if you have a Gmail account, you can subscribe to channels on YouTube)
From me, with love, to you,
Before we get into this, I would like to write a little disclaimer. New Year's and New Year's Eve are stupid. The two are over-hyped beyond belief. Don't put all this pressure on one night, because it will likely be sub par. I understand how cliche of a view this is, but I want to make sure we're all on the same page. I don't condone this whole "the world will be different tomorrow" idealized way of thinking. Just considering New Year's does create a bit of division between Dec 31 and Jan 1, it's convenient to set the bar for the next 365 days. But that doesn't mean at any point throughout the year you can't readjust your life because it's not working for you. That being said, here we go:
As we wind down 2018 and look onto 2019 I'm starting to think a lot about what the last year looked like as well as what the next 365 days will look like. As my birthday occurs fairly close to the end of the year, and I did a "what I learned" type post on my birthday (holy shit...sometimes I forget that I'm 20 and no longer "adorably irresponsible" but more just "irresponsible"), this post will mainly be looking forward.
So looking onto 2019, what do I want? I'd love to be in slightly better shape, but since my body composition is 90% grilled cheese, I'm pretty sure that's going to be attainable. Let's try to come out of 2019 at around 75% grilled cheese. Don't worry you're not going to get any healthy, nutty lifestyle posts from me. It would just be nice to walk up stairs and not sweat, I'm not willing to commit to a gym membership or anything, just maybe get out into the world a bit more. Thank goodness I got my Whistler pass. And of course, physical and mental health are tied with this cute little bow so it can't hurt, can it?
I want to focus more consistent attention on my social media, not just when it's easy. I want my social media to reflect me as an artist and how passionate I am about my music. It's getting there, but not quite. And obviously, I have numerical goals I'd like to hit. I'm so appreciative of the 2100 people who are watching me grow on Instagram, but I'd love to hook some new people over the next year. As anyone does, I love seeing growth and I love seeing results from the effort I put in.
I'd love to study a little bit harder. As I throw around every once in a while, I'm studying Behavioural Neuroscience at UBC and I'm doing adequately. That being said, I know I'm smarter than I'm doing. So just make more time to focus on school. I don't want to come out of university thinking all I did was study, but I also don't want to look back and regret the way I went to university.
And my final thought on 2019 is...new music. I had been back and forth a lot on releasing new music professionally this year. But as a student, getting everything together to record is all-consuming. I've been writing about so many things going on in my life, and I'm so proud of the music I'm writing. It's more mature, more personal and I love it, but I don't want to wait around for the "right moment" to share it. So keep your ears open because Instagram, Sound Cloud and YouTube will be full of music over the next year.
So there are my big goals. Calling goals might even be a stretch, more like "themes". Health, social media, school, and (my favourite) new music. Don't worry, I don't expect 2019 to be this bombshell of a year where I find love, break the top charts and cure cancer, but striving for better is always nice. Pushing yourself to be a little bit greater than the day before. And also, anything can happen, I mean my chocolate-cake-looking-ass posted a photo in a bathing suit in 2018. Never thought that would be a thing to happen. So in my own, long, rambling way, I guess I'm wishing everyone the happiest of New Year's, and wishing everyone good luck in whatever their themes, goals or resolutions may be.
From me, with love, to you,
I have finally reached the end of this term - this long, long term. Don't worry, this is not a "what I've learned" post, because I've made plenty of those in the past little bit, this is a thank goodness post.
The year, school and otherwise, is winding down before 2019 explodes, and I'm thankful to be off my feet and not using my brain for at least the next two weeks. I can't wait to call Toronto home for another little bit, see my family, have a glass of bubbly and eat until I'm nauseous.
You'll definitely hear from me over the next little bit, don't worry I still have more to say, but I'm hoping to really take this break as "break" - granted that's not really in my nature.
I'll see you all soon and hopefully everyone's Christmas shopping is underway :)
From me, with love, to you,
I guess I'm not necessarily mid-finals. More early finals considering I still have 5/7 left to write. (Don't feel bad for me I did this to myself). And seeing as finals season gives me a lot of time to myself to consider things that I don't usually have time to think about I'm going to word vomit here a little. Also, considering this has become a fairly public journal, what do I have to lose?
So here's my thought for the day: do people I write about know that I'm writing about them? This all started when I was picking songs for The Blue Book Project, and there were all these songs I wanted to include about people I had previously had feelings for. At that point, they seemed so distant from where I was. I had moved away from Toronto and most of the boys that played a role in that album hadn't had any significant place in my life for around two years. In my mind, I had riddled up our stories pretty well and I doubt they'd check in on my music or listen to my album. Essentially, I doubt the names behind 10 or Cheers know that those songs exist, or that I play their stories in bars across Canada and have them on my album (sorry boys). In addition, when I released The Blue Book Project I was in a serious relationship. And that boy knew all my songs and who they were about, so it wasn't like these songs about current unrequited love. I was really happy in my relationship, I was telling stories I already knew the end to.
But now that I'm single things are more complicated. Granted I've been single for a while, but I'm finally getting to a place where I'm considering releasing new music. And between me, myself and I, I have been writing about people in my life (whether or not they're aware of it). The bits and clips on my Instagram stories all feature people from my recent past.
Now please, take this with a grain of salt. I have not been necessarily painting the town red in the last year and a bit. My single life is made up primarily of school, sorority, music and intensive amounts of Marvel movies - I truly am a catch. But at the ripe age of 20, it's safe to say that I catch feelings for unsuspecting people who make occasional features in my songs. Which brings me back to my original question: if I release music in the next year, would these boys know it's about them? Are my songs specific enough for them to know it's them? Or have I written in details in a way I would understand but they don't? So many questions.
I've made my emotions and my art really quite public. I've created a public online journal....and I've never really had to think about the consequences of this until last October:
My ex comes by to drop off some stuff and looks at my guitar on the floor and goes "Oh, so you've been writing about me?" And in that moment I realised that the next album I release he'll be on, and he'll know and all my friends will know and his friends will know and unless I can riddle the fuck out of our story it's going to be so public. Also, the assumption that I'm not allowed to just play guitar was frustrating but that's its own rabbit hole.
So there's my word vomit. My little train of thought that I'm writing 99% to sort out my own opinion on it. And I still don't know where I stand. I love writing more than anything. It's truly one of the only things in the world that makes me so genuinely happy. I get to tie up all my feelings in between choruses and verses and it makes my life so much more manageable. And I love sharing my music, but there is also part of me that is nervous about making my thoughts and feelings so public. Ah, too much thinking I need to go study.
From me, with love, to you,
P.S. Over the break and the next little bit the website my go through some formatting changes. Please bear with me :)
So ladies and gents, here we are, the big 2-0. I know it's been a while since I've written here but now is just as good a time as any. As the sun sets on 19 I want to acknowledge the things I've learned, the things that have changed in this last year for better or worse.
I've learned that mental health is not static. I'm fairly open about my mental health struggles, because I hope that by sharing my story, it will make someone else feel that little bit more normal. While I still have bumps and patches, the last year has done wonders for me. I've grounded myself in Vancouver and found people I love to the moon and back out here. I've found parts of myself I haven't seen in years. . Parts of me that are intelligent and witty. Parts of me that are truly unapologetic about who I am.
I've learned that not everything is 9-1-1 status. That my high-strung-ed-ness is nice, but not always necessary. That all the energy I put into worrying about tiny things is wasted. And not that I don't still panic when I face a problem, but that it's okay to step back and realize that so many things in this world are non-issues.
I've reinforced the fact that I am, and forever will be, bad at sports.
I've gained confidence in who I am as a musician. I refer to myself as a musician. And not in a "maybe I will, might just, should be a back-up plan way" but in a real-world way. I'm an artist through and through. Even if just for myself, I'm a musician and I am so proud of myself for pursuing that.
I've learned that I don't need to look like everyone else. I'm 6ft and that alone will set me apart. But I've learned it's fun to wear blue eyeliner and 5 inch heels JUST CAUSE. I've learned that beauty is objective and if you are constantly poking and prodding yourself, you can always find a flaw. There's nothing wrong with wanting to better the way you look, but there's only so much you can do with what you're born with.
I've learned that not everyone you like will like you back. And yes, I should've learned this about 20 years ago, but it's a lesson I relearn everyday. You can do everything right, you can be pretty kick ass, but you can't force someone to like you when they just don't. And it's not a you thing, it's not even a them thing. It's chemistry. In the immortalised words of my fellow (fictional) Canadian, Robin Scherbatsky "If you have chemistry you only need one other thing. Timing.". (P.S. yes I did rewatch How I Met Your Mother, yes it holds up)
So, here's to 19. The year I performed my first live show. The year I built a wall at my cottage. The year I learned what time management really means. The year I started my website. The year I saw myself as a musician, and a damn good one at that.
Thank you for reading my terribly sappy post. For my long post. And for waiting around while I got my ducks in a row. And if nobody else reads this that's fine, at least I have something to look back on and ground me in the next 365 days of insanity.
So 20, bring it on.
From me, with love, to you,
Hey friends! I know it's been a while but school has got me in a bit of a whirl wind! I've loved being back in Vancouver and surprisingly enough I'm not drowning in school (congrats to me).
Unfortunately there's not a ton going on to tell anyone. I will be at The Second Floor Eatery tonight and more shows are coming but pretty much this is all. If something exciting happens...I'll let you know....
From me, with love, to you,
This week has been massively busy, the first week of school and THREE shows. So here's how everything went down!
September 3rd - Garden Party: Garden Party was the so unique from anything I'd ever done. It was a formal-ish hipster event that kind of turned into a night club. But it was also an amazing space to try out some new music. I'm so grateful that Calendar included me in their event and and so honoured that I got to share the stage with some amazing artists.
September 5th - Live at Lunch: This was such a wonderfully familiar setting. It was like formal busking. People walked by and watched on their way to and from class. I really appreciated the time people gave me especially during such a busy part of their day, and of course I loved getting to share my music with new people. Thank you to AMS Events for including me in this event, I had so much fun!
September 7th - The Roxy: I love performing at the Roxy. I got to share the stage with The Carbons and Northern Lights Drive and both played amazing sets. Thank you to all the people who came to see me.
So I'm going to take a little bit to study and breathe. If you missed me I'll be at the Second Floor Eatery on Robson on September 28th!
So friends, I'm officially on my summer break, no work, no shows, no nothing. And granted my break is only going to last about ten days, it's going to be an amazing ten days. I am relaxing in the my quiet corner of the world and I constantly feel like I'm letting all the tension out.
Just in case you're curious about the plans I have made for the next little bit, I can give you the run down. So I've got a couple videos coming out and some of the photos are already on Instagram, and of course, they'll be on the website as well.
In terms of shows, as of yet I know about three confirmed. I'll be at a UBC event (Garden Party) on September 3rd, The Roxy September 7th and the Second Floor Eatery on September 28th. I'm trying out new music all the time and hoping to see familiar and new faces at all of these events.
So that's mostly what's going on, I'll be back once I'm all sun tanned and well rested. Enjoy whatever summer vacation you have left!
From me, with love, to you,
So it's officially been 14/17 weeks of my summer vacation and I'm starting to prep to head back to Vancouver. It's been a crazy summer so far and I appreciate everyone who has been keeping up with it.
Last night I had the privilege to sing at the Women in Music Vol. 6 event and I had so much fun! I got to meet and watch 4 extremely talented ladies and get to know some amazing people. Thank you so much to everyone who came out and supported and I will be back at C'est What in a week with Chris Blachford.
So what else is going on you ask? Not a whole lot. As summer winds down I'm starting to book for Vancouver so keep eyes and ears open for that. Also, I'll be in and between Ontario and New Brunswick for the next little bit, getting tanned, taking some time off work and relaxing before the madness that is school kicks off.
I'm so excited to head back to Vancouver and also nervous to see what this year will bring. I've started packing in all the exciting things I'm going to be doing and realizing I'm going to have a lot of balls in the air.
So that's a little life update and I can't wait to see what's going to happen in the next little bit.
From me, with love, to you,
Lately, I've been busking a TON and it makes me so excited. But I also have been getting so many questions about what happens when I busk and how I feel about it so I thought this would be a good place to put everything down that I know and have learned.
1) I'm not offended if you don't put money in my case. Yes, I'm a little sad when people hang around for 20-30 minutes of my set, clap, compliment and then walk away but I understand. I never have change on me - EVER - so I often don't have stuff to give to buskers. If you don't have money on you, I also appreciate social media follows, and my Instagram handle is always posted when I busk.
2) If I ask questions or try to interact with people walking by, don't be afraid. I do it because it makes my set more interesting and I love getting to know the people who listen to my music. I'm not going heckle anyone, I just want to interact.
3) Not everyone will be happy with what I do when I busk. People are upset by the fact that I don't play a wider variety of genres (specifically reggae???), what I wear, whether or not I wear makeup, that I play too much or not enough original music. I can't win, so I do what feels right for me and honestly, it's been working so far.
4) I really do try to learn all of the suggestions I'm given, I just don't always have time or it doesn't fit with my voice. Songs can take a lot of time to sit well in my voice and I don't want to play stuff that I know just won't work and I'm not excited about.
5) I love Disney, but I don't play Disney music.
6) To all of the lovely individuals who have asked me out while I'm busking. I will always say no. I don't say yes to anyone while I'm busking mainly for safety reasons. It's not because I'm mean or hate you. Busking can be dangerous sometimes downtown and I have been caught in sticky situations before when boundaries have been completely over stepped, so I don't say yes to anyone anymore. Super flattered, and even if I want to, I'll always say no.
7) I am so appreciative of the vendors. They are so supportive, friendly and kind. They feed me and give me presents during and after my shift. They drop money in my case and always support my music career. They have listened to my set an ungodly number of times now and their support means the world to me. On hot stinky days they give me water, they watch my equipment for me when I need to go to the bathroom, and they are familiar faces when I'm having a rough day.
8) I don't get paid by the market I busk for, but I don't need a busking licence to work with them. I'm not fussed though, I'm really content with the amount that I make when I busk, and they give me lots of hours.
9) I love what I do. I am so lucky that I found an outlet at such a young age to do what I want to do. I love meeting new people, hearing new stories, and trying out new music. I love opening myself up to strangers and receiving such positive feedback. Music makes me so happy and even when it's 45 degrees, I'm sunburned and dehydrated I still feel so lucky to do what I do.
I hope I answered some questions or at least you learned something new today. I'm playing at C'est What on July 29th and August 5th so stay tuned for more updates because I'm starting to book in Vancouver now.
From me, with love, to you,
Hey friends! So what am I up to? Well it's actually been a fairly exciting summer. My family and I went to a summer resort called the Kellerman's. After a very embarrassing watermelon incident I got extremely close with my dance instructor, who I fell in love with and he made sure nobody me in a .... oh wait that's Dirty Dancing. I robbed three casinos owned by somebody dating my ex? Ocean's Eleven. I pretended to be a boy to save my father's life and went to war in the mountains of China? Mulan. Okay, so my summer hasn't been the thrilling blockbuster story I may have wanted it to be, but I'm totally okay with that. Instead I have watched 35 movies and around 15 seasons of Netflix shows, which is just as productive. And I slept for 14 hours last night. If you ask me, I'm KIND of living the dream. I tried a workout stint a little while ago, which lasted MAYBE two weeks, but that's better than my last one which I never actually started but just talked about and bought all the clothes for.
Other than that I'm busking quite a bit and I want to thank everyone's incredible support that I've been receiving. Just a head's up, I'm selling hard copies of The Blue Book Project at all my live events, either shows or busking, so if you're interested in one of those it's a pretty convenient way to go about it.
I've got two bigger shows coming up in the next month. The first is the Women in Music event on July 29th, which is a female singer/songwriter showcase and the second is a live show with my friend Chris Blachford on August 5th. Both will be at C'est What? downtown and I hope to see some new and familiar faces.
Well beauties, that's all for now and I hope your summers are a little more thrilling than mine.
From me, with love, to you,
Just back to catch up with everyone! First and foremost, thank you to all the beautiful people the people who came out to see me at the Tranzac. I had such an incredible time performing and I'll be back there on the 28th of June again and I hope some of you will be there!
I've been filming a lot lately which has been amazing. So if you haven't been watching my videos GO DO THAT! I also have tons of new photos up on my Instagram which I am so proud of and have been so happy to share with everyone.
Apart from that, summer has essentially been the same thing, working, sleeping and watching movies. I recently started The Mindy Project and just finished the second season of Queer Eye. If you haven't seen Queer Eye yet it is a 10/10 recommendation and is one of those shows that just leaves you happy. You'll want to watch it over and over again.
I would love a huge, life altering update to give you but my summer has just been relaxing and that's exactly what I've needed. No school, no stress and lots of music. I've been checking all three boxes and I couldn't be happier. I'm missing my friends in Vancouver and can't wait to see them, but for now I'm just enjoying Toronto and looking forward to heading out to the east coast.
From me, with love, to you,
My goodness! So much live music over the next little bit. Just a quick little update: for those of you who haven't been outside yet in the beautiful sun (or I guess don't live in Toronto) I've been frequenting Appletree Markets, specifically the Ryerson one on Wednesdays. Thank you for all the support I've been receiving, it has been incredible.
I will be playing at the Tranzac in the Annex on June 11th and playing NEW music that hasn't come out yet so make sure to come get a preview for I what I have in store.
And finally, thank you to Brickworks Evergreen for having me. It was such an incredible experience and I enjoyed it so much!
I'll try and keep everyone updated as I get more info on where I'll be playing this summer!
Hello again friends! Another week has come by and I can't believe we're already making our way towards June! So what's new? Well thank you for asking! I've just received my new photos and video and am more than excited to release them so keep your eyes peeled for the next couple of days while those come along. Also, I've booked some market and bar spots over the next little bit to keep things interesting and make sure everyone can get a good helping of live music. My first market will be this coming Tuesday (May 22nd) at Appletree Markets in Toronto. I'll be there starting at 3pm and I'll attach a link below for anyone who is interested. I'll be posting more, less formal updates as well over the coming weeks so make sure to like my Facebook page for more regular updates.
As any summer student does, I'm working a lot trying to be a "real adult" which has only been about 20% successful. but 20% is better than 0%, so progress is progress. Other summer plans involve an ungodly number of movies, exploring Toronto and hopefully having an eventful enough time to get some release-worth songs to come out. Who knows maybe you'll even get sneak peaks ;)
In terms of more content coming out, keep your eyes on my pages Soundcloud, Instagram, YouTube and Facebook for content. Each of them will be a little bit different so fingers crossed for a lot of content in the next little bit.
Hopefully everyone is wearing sunscreen and a hat because the summer is ramping up. I'm trying to come out of the summer looking a little less like a piece of paper but we both know that may be my least achievable goal yet.
From me, with love, to you,
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.