I just released this new lyric music video for my song Consent. Many women have had experiences with men they actually really liked and cared about, who pushed or rushed us. I wrote this song as a musical dissertation for my future beloved.
When I spend long stints of time wandering the world by myself, I often find myself reflecting on the nature of human attraction.
Especially as a woman who enjoys spending time alone, getting hit on becomes a regular experience. I am under no illusion that it’s because I am special by any means. It just happens. Especially if you are even a little bit warm and friendly. The circumstance does, however, make me wonder about this human dance of attraction, and how I am wired differently than this… (and i know i am not alone)
My Muse has always come somewhere between midnight and 1 AM. When at last the house is silent, and there are no distractions. When at last my fingers fly, and my heart gushes, and my spirit flies with wings into the great wide unknown of potential creation. She is the ultimate mother. She births sonic sculptures. She births word clusters and constellations of imagery.