So as you might have gathered from the title this blog post should be a more serious one (it might not be though, just because I usually find that joking about my mental health issues is the only way I can talk about them so I guess we have to wait and see how this thing goes).
I am not an incredibly impulsive person, or at least I never used to be. When I was in high school, I would plan out my essays in advance, I would schedule dinner plans at least a week away so it wouldn’t be difficult to adjust, and I would always double-check with friends to make sure we had everything squared away for a party.
I finished listening to the new Billie Eilish LP a few days ago: "WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?", and I've got to say, it's probably an early ballot in contention for album of the year. The lo-fi, intimately mixed vocals heavenly bled into stripped back, lushious, instrumentation, bringing elements like percussion and bass, which one would usually take for granted, to the forefront, almost redefining why certain sounds are implemented. It's mind-altering, it's lyrically thoughtful, it's fantastic, I like it a lot.
Almost three years ago I started talking to a camera. It felt uncomfortable and a bit weird, sitting in a spare room with the curtains closed, using a floor lamp for lighting. Explaining the merits of a few well-known jazz records to an audience that didn’t exist. Just me and my camera.