Breonna Taylor made me think about my two sisters. When I heard about Ahmaud Arbery’s murder, I thought, “That could have been me.” I started to jog with him in mind. Tending to these new outlets, writing my book and going for jogs up to the 401 in the grey stillness of Canadian spring was my life.

I started my Bandcamp page in May (!), this newsletter in October and a Twitch account this January. During last year’s forced second childhood, I had a chance to catch up with the changing media landscape after a few years of tour-based neglect. When I was younger, I was an early adopter of online platforms. It felt like I was back at my mom’s house again: researching music, nerding out, going down internet wormholes and eventually, creating my own personal language for communicating with the world. Combing through all those memories, I realized that being under lockdown wasn’t so different from the circumstances that inspired my first album.

Dropping out of university to follow my dream.

Rapping at open mic nights in Edmonton as a teenager. I had time to think back to when I first started making music. I started writing a book about my career. Last spring, I reflected a lot on the past. I borrowed one from my friend Peggy for the flight home. Hand sanitizer stations started springing up around the centre but back then, no one was wearing masks yet. Was this really happening? I had just been at the Banff Centre where things felt relatively normal until suddenly they weren’t. Thinking back to that time, there was an uncanny quality to day-to-day life. I was under lockdown here in Toronto during the early part of the pandemic and everything about life felt uncertain. My new album Parallel World is out now! Around this time a year ago, the idea of making a new album was far from my mind.

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