October (but really, me)

Hey kids, here's the tea:

For a long, LONG time I listened to music that reflected me as a songwriter @the playlist attached to this post. I loved alternative rock and would go out of my way to find artists no one had ever heard of, all in an effort to stay unique and *edgy*. When I got to college things changed and I started listening to what everyone else thought was cool and current. This meant lots of rap and R&B and pop, etc. And that's all well and fine but I fell out of touch with the kind of music that felt close to me. I don't regret it.

In the years that followed I wrote music that sounded similar to what I was hearing through my headphones. I started writing true pop songs and added lots and lots of layered beats into my music. "Four Love Songs" was born out of this moment in time and, to this day, it feels so, truly me.

But recently I've felt as if I'd fallen into a musical void... like nothing I was listening to felt like me anymore; nothing moved me. But then a few weeks ago I was on a drive back from NYC and my friend said "can you put on that guy that we heard at the concert from a few years ago?"

"Wrabel?" I said.

"Yeah, yeah, him."

I played "11 Blocks" and suddenly I felt that 16-year-old Jacqueline knock on the door to my soul and say "hiiii honey, remember me?" And for the rest of the drive back we listened to all those songs I thought were ~out of the box~ from my high school years.

This is a long, drawn-out way of saying... sometimes we can go back to what feels good, musically. It doesn't mean we aren't inspired, it just means maybe we need to remember why we started writing music in the first place.