![]() ![]() It moved incredible 605,000 equivalent album units in its debut week. Like your friend who calls you in the middle of the night going on and on about their ex, | just couldn’t stop writing. Sometimes you need to talk it over (over and over and over) for it to ever really be… over. ![]() And I’m not sure if it was pouring my thoughts into this album, hearing thousands of your voices sing the lyrics back to me in passionate solidarity, or if it was simply time, but something was healed along the way. Like trying on pieces of a new life, I went into the studio and experimented with different sounds and collaborators. ![]() Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild, and tortured by memories past. It was all over the place, a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end. Musically and lyrically, Red resembled a heartbroken person. And this is all to say, that the next album I’ll be releasing is my version of Red. Imagining your future might always take you on a detour back to the past. In the land of heartbreak, moments of strength, indepen-dence, and devil-may-care rebellion are intricately woven together with grief, paralyzing vulnerability and hopelessness. The heartbroken might go through thousands of micro-emotions a day trying to figure out how to get through it without picking up the phone to hear that old familiar voice. Time skips backwards and forwards fleetingly. It moves on a different axis, at a different speed. I’ve always said that the world is a different place for the heartbroken. ![]()
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