In the deep need to express a feeling or say a word, to come in contact with people and be heard, be accepted, to feel like I belong where I am.
If Griefer, my shitty one-man band, is about anything, it’s about boredom and anxiety. I started it because I wanted to make something really, really loud – the volume helped, somehow. Then it morphed into something else. It lets me show a bit of myself that I usually have trouble showing. Music makes me a better person. I think it’s as simple as this: the reality of being a “bedroom musician” is waking up alone, surrounded by reminders of work you need to finish.
Hello, I’m Julian.
At the time of writing this I am 14 years old, a freshman in high school, and chock-full of angst. I write music to express how I feel— so basically just to bitch to the universe about whatever shit is happening in my life — however, I take it seriously and put a lot of effort into what I make because it makes me happy.
In this post, I will go through each of the songs on my debut album, “Going Nowhere”, and explore the backstories to each of them.