Music is a significant part of my existence. I believe it to be as essential to my survival as a major organ like my heart or lungs. I need it to live. 

My first love was Prince. Purple Rain was released in in June of 1984. I turned 5 years old the following month and my aunt Jamie gave me my first vinyl record. My aunt and I already bopped around dancing to Prince and his songs Controversy (1981) and his jam 1999 (1982) before the LP was released as the soundtrack to a semi-autobiography and prophecy of…

Have you ever felt like something inside of you is threatening your life to get out of you? Do you feel like there are dark things inside of your body that need to find somewhere else to live?

I can relate to all of that. I swear that the motivation for me to create music, art, write, or perform all comes from me giving things that are inside of me somewhere else to live. I feel like I carry a lot of traumas inside. I don't want it to manifest into illness. I work on giving the ugliest parts of me somewhere…