Over the course of the pandemic, I often found myself feeling everything at the Americana fountain in sunshiny Glendale, California — throwing my wishes in the water and watching the children play. I’m convinced they know much more than I do. When I was a kid, I remember thinking a year felt like forever. Now, I blink and it’s over. Like many people Pre-Covid, I valued busyness as a sign of forward momentum. Good Lord, I was the Queen of keeping-the-ball-rolling, until the world came to a screeching halt. For the first time, I couldn’t run from my own devices. I vividly remember sitting in a puddle of tears on my bedroom floor, pouring out the deepest song I’d ever written onto my keyboard, “Ego Go.” That song turned out to be one of my favorites on my upcoming EP. I truly don’t believe it could’ve come out unless I had the space and time to let it. That’s what music does. It makes you stop. And listen. And relate. And feel. And for a moment – you’re just like that kid at the fountain again.
