What’s going on?
I create a character, and it becomes a mask with which I face my own fears.
I walk 2 steps ahead of myself.
The character must face the beauty as well as the tragedy in the ceaseless quest to achieve some kind of adulation, or at least respect.
I think rather than promoting the general, cheesy iteration of this outcome, the truth must be driven home, you’re only young once, and the dreams die, almost like youth is an extention of childhood, of dreams and fantasies.
The character can only resolve in discovering there is also something beautiful and simple that lies beneath, so subtle and hard to see, but to challenge general cheesy, you must ask what of the alternative?
I see my character catching up with old friends demanding to know where the moments have gone, that he was supposed to be the underdog, none of you would have seen it coming . . .
my face in a magazine. In Pavement, my song in the student top 10, the underground top 10 . . .
People would feel the raw creative energy in my presence. I’d be cool.
Then not wanting to waste time, I’d be working on my music, and then as the beats ran on, running through the streets screaming at a faceless Auckland, demanding to know why Auckland couldn’t do it, couldn’t save me, when I gave it everything.
I just wanted to be somebody.
. . . yeah I guess it’s about projecting the character as much as the music, and only playing it up to the point I have to, and hopefully, fans can see a little journey or a story . . . when and if things pick up, obsessives can trace the journey back to when I was doing crazy stuff like I just described, but see that my character evolves in some ways, but not so much in others . . .
I’m starting to realise now I just have to be patient and work through this stuff . . . get on top of my tasks and then begin, I’ll get there I just need to push through to make sure my business is not going to be interrupting once I get my flow and can start filming everyday.
