I had never had any musical training other than high school. Unlike the Goldfrapp's of this generation; I never got the privilege to join a profound university to study music; it's all been by ear up until now.

In 2010, I released a former addition, "White Lies" to embrace the scene of making music in a studio for the first time. I learned a lot from this once upon a time experience.

The biggest lesson was finding who I am musically would be harder than expected. Something I would have to conquer like puberty or coming out all over again.

With vocal changes, artistic halts, and a relapse on artist direction; it failed before it could begin. I wanted more than I was giving of myself. I flooded my mind with wants instead of provisions that needed to be addressed at the time.

I decided in August of 2012 to take a hiatus to rethink my sound, my vision, and what I knew to be the art form that took my vocals and my lyrics to a new level. I decided to give up my dream for a shot at finding myself first. While, listening to an old David Bowie track; I stumbled into a euphoric ambiance that would transcend my lyrical thinking into a new level of output.

I've never been one to try and out prove myself nor compete again some high end vocalist with the dollar bills that Bill Gates had always dreamed of; instead, I find solicest in entertaining myself with what I feel is prominent, raw, but subtle, and constant flow of a music that I shadow from a past unlearned.

It took me a long time to understand that it's not your instrumental sound that captivates you; it's what you instill inside of it. Like a gift box from Macy's, it coincides inside of your own interpretation of what music really means to you.

Where sound is made, so are visions and repairs. I've repaired.

My heart, forever, on the vine.