The other day I was sat in my studio trying to get some work done and everything just felt so hard. All I could think about was all the work I had to do, all the deadlines I had to meet, and the dust under my desk that desperately needed hoovering. Pretty soon, I found myself spiralling into an existential crisis, questioning all of my life choices, and planning on staying locked up in the house for the next 5 weeks, just to get everything done.

Then I remembered that this thing called music existed, put some on, had a dance around and slapped myself around the chops. Life doesn't need to be so hard after all.