It’s crazy how a simple melody and a few lyrics can transport you to a different place in time and life. To me, music has been a passion ever since I was young evolving from punk rock to rap. However, the one thing that has stayed constant is the way that music makes me feel like I’m at home.
When I was growing up, I constantly struggled with the concept of a home. Every last day of school growing up was extra sentimental to me, because the next day I would be uprooted from my house in small-suburban-town of Buffalo, MN and transported to a desolate village in the middle of the boreal forest in Nestor Falls, Canada for the next three months. Little did I know that I was suffering from locational displacement. Whenever I was at one place I wanted to be at the other; but regardless of where I was, I learned that a home is what lives inside of you, the people you surround yourself with are your family-regardless of blood relation, and it travels with you.
My concept focuses on the nostalgic visuals that I see when I hear a song that reminds me of my childhood. Growing up in two different countries has led me to become cross-cultured in both countries. I struggled a lot with the fear of missing out during summer vacations. Over my lifetime I’ve celebrated more Canada Day’s than Fourth of July’s. I went to the Emo Fair instead of all the small county fairs that I used to visit when I was a toddler. It’s taken me ten years to see that all those moments of locational displacement growing up, have actually helped shape my identity.