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NOW ON SPOTIFY: open.spotify.com/artist/4IDMgbEiC…XIRtOluJBGOK3h3w INSTAGRAM: www.instagram.com/memorex_memories/?hl=en "I have quite an emotional attachment to my older work. I'm certainly not saying that my new material is lacking the same level of investment, just that there is a kind of reserved level of sentimentality in my mind for tracks like It's Very Sunny and One Day At A Time. Those tracks where influenced by some of the most trying and transformative times of my life. For example, "It's Very Sunny" was written during a particular low point. I was hemorrhaging precious hours of my life in this overbearing call center job which I despised and a result I had become a stranger to both my friends and my family. I had fallen behind creatively due to my worsening mental health and because I had fallen behind creatively It was worsening my mental health... A bit of a catch 22. I was trapped. My days became so predictable, Conversations felt scripted and my life predetermined. I had been battered into this inescapable complacency to the point where I began to dissociate and became emotionally numb. This got so severe at one point that I managed to convince myself on a lunch break I could extinguish a cigarette on the back of my hand and not feel anything. I definitely felt something and looked like a total tit! In the weeks that followed I lived my life as some kind of hairy autopilot. WORK, SMOKE, EAT, DRINK, SHIT AND REPEAT. I continued this pattern right up until I had a particularly shitty day at work. On the walk home that night I came to the rather deflating revelation that I couldn't possibly be emotionally crippled because I could feel that my depression was worsening. When I got home I face planted on to my bed and passed out almost immediately. I awoke the next morning fully clothed and mildly asphyxiated by my lanyard. After what felt like a fifteen minute nap I quickly came to the horrible realization that it was once again time get ready for work. My eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of returning to that toxic environment for another shift. I rolled over to face the window and started to cry. Catastrophizing, I wondered if I would ever feel normal again? If I had any purpose in life other than to be a walking disappointment to those closest to me. At that point sunshine began to fill the room, I heard the birds singing outside and school kids playing in the distance. To this day, I'm unsure what happened in that moment but for the first time in months I felt optimistic. I felt I had a reason to persevere and hope that there was a potential solution just around the corner. I bounced out of bed and decided to pull a Ferris Bueller. I called in sick and took a day out just for me, I did nothing special. I mostly looked around some of the local charity shops for cassettes and took sometime to smell the roses. When I returned home I sat down at the studio and that track just poured out, almost as if I had it memorised. To this day it acts as a reminder of why I want to be here."