I went in recently for a studio session with a producer and new artist. She was only 16, just signed, and ready to go out and live her dream! The producer introduced me to her since he’d been already working with her for a long while. “This is Dia. She’s here to help you write lyrics. She used to be an artist too so she knows what it’s like.” The “used to be” made me cringe. It still does.
And you know what? I fucking miss my sister. There, I said it. We’re doing well, and she’s living out her own dreams and she’s supporting me in mine, but she’s far away and I miss her and I just feel so alone out here in Los Angeles. I do. I wish we could be stupid and 17 again and reckless, loading up our CD’s in an old card board box at the Warped Tour yelling, “CD’s for just five bucks! Just five bucks! Get us to the next city guys! Come on.” (A song on the new album called “Gold and Silver,” is about her and about that.)
So, let’s get to “Bruises” shall we? Yes, “Bruises” is the name of my new album, produced by the wonderful Daniel Heath. It is my new record and it is coming out early next year. Its theme is my theme in life.
Keep going.
But in the end, I’m just a small town girl from Utah who loved to sing. And that girl is somewhere inside me still. I can feel her trying to get out and it breaks my heart.
I don’t know what will happen with this record. The damn mountain I’ve been trying to climb keeps fucking moving. I can’t keep up anymore. I’m tired. I just want to tell stories. I just want to be someone’s soundtrack. Put me on when you’re alone. I know how it feels. Put me on when you’re in love. I know that feeling too. And put me on when some one breaks your heart, because I’ve been there. When you’re happy, I’ll feel it, too.
This album took five years to make and I swear I’m giving you every last thing I’ve got.
I was never one to go halfway. To save energy for the swim back. To have a back up plan.
On Monday nights I put on old Modest Mouse records and Emmylou Harris and Elliott Smith and sing my lungs out and drink wine and cry because their voices are so damn beautiful. On Tuesdays I freak out and start packing my bags, ready to leave Los Angeles and go home to Utah. On Wednesdays I laugh at how foolish I was on Tuesday. Come on Dia! You can do this, silly girl! You love this shit! You love life! You’re working at it…you’ll climb that mountain. On Thursdays I think to myself, where the fuck did the mountain go? On Fridays I write a song that I think is amazing. I’m a genius. On Saturdays I’m the worst songwriter on the entire planet and I quit. On Sundays I have hope.
But I can tell you one thing:
I’m never bored.
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