Life is moving fassssssssst. In the past year I’ve moved four times, been to LA twice, started a completely new job/new line of work, got married, experienced death, and am expecting my first child in August. It’s felt hard to make things, life is needing to be lived and creation/art feels very insulating. Sometimes I wish I could make music full-time and then I think about certain hip hop artists who “made it” and then over time their work ends up feeling so dead. What do you write about if you live in the studio and drive a lambo w/ a bad bitch everywhere? I’m joking a little, but you need to live to be able to make honest things, and most of life, for me, is not found in front of a computer screen and a guitar or a synth, some of it for sure. Anyways, I’m making things again and in a way it’s the worst part. It means processing, and I hate sharing to be honest. In a way, Joy as a Friend is kind of an inside joke with myself. Like, let’s make pop music and front confidence, when every time I play live, it’s singer songwriter shit, and I don’t talk the entire set cause I’m scared. Here’s to long form humour? 🙂 -Joy
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