THE VITAL NECESSITY OF A MUSE | 11 SEPTEMBER 2025 | LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM
I spoke to her today. The woman who set the chain in motion. Unlocked the inner universe that lay unexplored for a decade, creative concepts and artistic impulses long forgotten, yet still attached to my soul, my purpose, my dharma.
It was a cosmic collision of elemental forces as I entered 2022. Creative and geographic constriction during the Covid years had antagonized my larger-than-average need for freedom and autonomy, and I began meeting people who would synchronize with me on re-expanding that world. Enter, my muse. Impossible to describe, and terrifying to know her effect will never be replicated, she upended my practical, emotional, and mental worlds, as love - especially passionate, infatuated, uncontrollable love - does.
To think back to the creation of the music about to be released to the world (Like The Night Itself), and the gravity it took to create it, is both astounding and exhausting. Yes I can create without such forces, but at what level do I want to be an artist? One who creates what he can create, or one who dives fully, deeply, terrifyingly into the most intense experiences of life - living in that space where true beauty inspires, while the other side leaves universal voids for melody to flow in. In elated or gut-wrenching moments, at such heightened states of human emotion, you can channel 240 volts directly from another world, and alchemise it into an expressive form to share in this one. To create something that’s truly worth making from an existential standpoint - something that has undeniable heart, soul, experience, love, pain, beauty, sacrifice, adoration, loss, and all things human in it. That is what deserves to exist, and that is what I believe I made.
On the other side of this three year arc, with the album coming up to release, I’m exhausted. I couldn’t do the same thing to myself again. I currently have no music in me, and a spirit in need of peace and a more calm beauty. But while I revel in this current quiet chapter, I do often think to myself; to express oneself fully, whether it be a great love or another form I’ve not found yet, a true muse may, in fact, be a vital necessity.
