A fundamental part of my music is anger. Even if it’s quiet anger, or pretty anger, or glittery anger… it’s still anger. I would not trade this in for anything; it’s at the core of my whole mission, and I’ll be honest: I very well might stop the mission if I ceased to be angry.... Continue Reading →
It probably goes without saying that if you take yourself too seriously in middle school, you're gonna have a target on your back. If you're angsty and emotional - maybe most especially if you're angsty and emotional AND make art about it AND have the gall to show that art to people - you're gonna... Continue Reading →
I moved to Charlottesville from my rural, south-central-VA county in December 2008, to take a job I'd just landed. In my head, I'd defied odds. I saw myself as a cripplingly cerebral but practically useless pseudo-adult. I felt my brain, in its small-town country stupor-cum-recluse's atrophy, couldn't process fast enough for my survival. I doubted... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 