Every song has a story, a journey it goes through, with a beginning and an end, encompassing a metamorphosis throughout its many stages. From an aspiring unknown to a real palpable thing. From an idea to a substance.
For a time I disappeared, vanished from the lives of those who ever cared for me. Calls, messages would go unanswered for weeks, months even, and sometimes they wouldn't get answered at all. Not because I didn't want to, I just didn't seem able to, and the longer I wouldn't answer the worse it would get. A nightmarish repetitive cycle.
I would exercise and read, and, on the surface, I was fine, intact, functional. It's the strangest of things being stuck in this self-made prison. I think it happens because we build up scar tissue through life and sometimes it numbs us to a point where we become side characters in our own story. A new kind of living dead... but there is still a part of you that wants to feel alive, useful, needed, to be a part of something greater than just these walls you've built for yourself - and this is what my latest song “I Go to Jail on the Weekends” is about.
I think it's more common than we realise - the invisible quiet desperation of people around us. Writing this song was my way of processing it. And if you’re going through something similar, I hope that listening to it – can help you too.
Please remember there's always hope.