In the first grade, I carried history books around like spell books. There was this magic about language that I felt compelled to keep close, like it had secret powers that I didn’t have access to yet. Clinging to an impressive-looking pile of books every day at school was also how I prevented my classmates from realizing I couldn’t read.
Hailing from the town of Nottingham, England, I relocated to London in 2014. Gigging consistently solo and with various outfits such as Never Never Man and Frankie Teardrop Dead, I found time to begin working with producer Gavin Bowers (Elêphant, Tsuki) on the record in the fall of 2017. Collaborating with a host of different musicians on the album, I wanted to ensure that each track on my album ’The Town and The City’ was as varied as the settings that inspired the songs themselves.
Weston Smith, which is my actual name, is a Solo Synth Pop project I started in early 2016 as a way for me to cope through my mental illnesses. For years I had been battling with enormous waves of anxiety and depression, I had gone through multiple treatments to balance my life with various medications, but there wasn’t really any success with said attempts.
It’s that simple. Your thoughts make you. So to improve, your thoughts must change. But when did thoughts get there? Your way of thinking is established as a child. Think of it as a computer being programmed. Most children’s introduction to social situations is introduced through children’s programming like cartoons. Kids are usually happy because they see life as a cartoon, where fun is the priority of life. As they get older, thoughts get corrupted.
Joseph Mosman is the latest wave of modern day indie-folk songwriters that emphasizes a warm tone, alternative soundscapes and meaningful lyrics. Mosman, originally from Illinois, is currently touring the South with a whole lot of heart.
I began composing music in high school. I had a strong background in film and worked on several student shorts that required original scores for submission. By the time I started college I had a collection of guitar-driven punk and indie rock songs that I showcased to start a band. Although nothing developed beyond jam sessions and brief collaborations I continued to explore different styles and eventually took on all aspects of recording.
Music is dying. Slowly, but it is. I don’t want to be one of those close-minded people who lives in the glorious pinnacle of the past, but we can all agree that the quality of the music industry has declined intensely since the second half of the past century. Today’s standards of what is labeled as art are worrying. Why do we live in such an artistic wasteland, you might ask?