My aspirations, I guess make millions of people happy via my music and actions, and make a million friends, I’ll be pretty chuffed, and definitely want to play in Wembley stadium soon, and win a Grammy Award, (and those are only a few of my aspirations) I have a great teacher who always challenges me to dream bigger and bigger,
Wh a t ’s next for me th is year of 2012, is to re l e ase my De b ut EP ca l l ed “Mi lks a luxur y ”
I’m currently mid production, and so far I‘ve been dancing and enjoying the process. It has only five songs, and is essentially pop with injections of different influences, from jazz to funk, to acoustic pop; it’s really different, I’m proud of that, (two thumbs up to miniature Cities Joe and Dan for everything and bringing the songs to life)
The first song cal led Red underwear and real ly explores a secret fantasy of mine, the second cal led valent ine, which I wrote on valentine‘s day last year, one thing about living in Brighton you met the weirdest yet coolest people ever, I was coming home on valentine day, and thi s guy ran up to me and star ted playing me a song, he
said he‘s gonna write a valent ine song, and I
thought yeah I should try that too, so I‘m looking forward to his version, as I’m sharing mine, I don‘t think I’ve ever had a valentine day with someone before, (it’s terrible, ha-ha!) The third song cal led one day, inspired from my days at works, and dreaming about spending time with a girl instead of working, kinda like daydreaming on the job. The last two songs, are st i l l in limbo, so don’t want to mention them just yet!
The EP released in the spring(April), the title Mi lks a Luxury... when you don’t have a Fridge, came from when my fridge broke down and Mi lk (something small and thoughtless) was a real Luxury to have (I’m a massive cereal eater), I wrote all but one the songs that period, it represents a ,modest struggle endured in that period ,my struggle song writ ing, my fears, my doubts, my dreams,
I got a new fridge now,(with mi lk) ha-ha, but I wanted to honour my vomit of songs and feelings of that period.
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