My musical story is a cliche that includes me singing Reflection from Mulan on a weekly basis in front of my whole family at 7 years old. I was always a musician, always wrote music and sang, always knew it was what I wanted to do with my life. I recorded an EP, played locally, and kept pushing myself to pump out songs factory style. I never thought I'd ever burn out of it because it was the biggest emotional outlet in my life, and it used to be the only thing that made me feel powerful and purposeful. But these days I fear the worst, writers block in a permanent way, like maybe I worked to hard over the past five years and didn't let myself have enough fun with it. That could be the effect of writing alone, exclusively, and about heartbreak, exclusively. I just miss being inspired. My dream is to be in a giant house with a group of people who love music as much as I do, and who have an unbelievable amount of passion, drive, ambition, and LOVE for having fun while making music. I want to write music again from that place I once used to, where I was giving all I had and putting into a song. Where did that love go?
I think it's just an inherent part of all the changes my life is experiencing in life.
Everything's got to stop shifting before I can focus my energy on any one thing.
That's the hypothesis.
Anyway, on a happier and funkier note, here is an AMAZING song by an AMAZING band called HAIM (rhymes with rhyme)
Let's dance.
xoxo Yaz
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