While on lock down, I made a music video for my recent single ‘Where Have the God’s Gone.’ All made at home on a mobile phone.
Satsuma
A new instrumental track. I will be releasing the complete song with vocals later in the year with my album. In the meantime, you can enjoy this bouncy fun track.
miss_leading · Satsuma
Not our fight?
New live video performance.
Wrote the words for this in 2019 when hate speech by public figures was defended as freedom of speech. It is called ‘not our fight?’ as this is the excuse so often used when people don’t want to stand up for injustice.
This will be recorded as part of my Album that I hope to release this year.
Mending
Newly published poem on Mxogyny Online platform for gender issues.
For some, grow up in an insecure family dynamic you can make you suspicious of accepting unconditional kindness and love, in case they are taken away or come with a catch.
Between Chances
Pleased to release my latest track ‘Between Chances’ available for free download and through all other online music platforms.
I had a lot of fun making the beats for this one with Voodoo Beats one Sunday afternoon. Goes to show how much collaboration can breath life into work.
Blonde
This song was developed using part of my poem Blonde about growing up as someone of Indian decent in New Zealand. It’s a funky one!
Roam Video
We made a video. Filmed across five countries on a cheap Android Phone.
Origins
Live performance of my track Origins at the Voodoo Rooms, Edinburgh
Letter to the child I am not planning to conceive
I am really pleased to have my latest poem published by Mxogyny. A fantastic online magazine dedicated to writing related to women’s issues, gender and gender identity.
In this poem, I raise my personal feelings on whether to choose motherhood and try to discuss the concerns that all women face before deciding to have children
Letter to the child I am not planning to conceive
Photo by Debby Hudson on Unsplash
Sex Pest
I have a new video for my track Sex Pest
I wanted to have a go at animation. I wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but I am not in a hurry to do it again.
I wrote this poem after a night of chats with a friend sharing our experiences. Which led to a discussion about how when we were younger sexual pressure and objectification was often dismissed as simply immature behaviour, that what we thought were blurry lines between assault and bad behaviour are actually quite clear, and how even though almost every women we knew had been assaulted, we didn’t know of anyone who had reported an assault. But it’s not all serious because when right, sex is fun and sometimes even funny.
Things that aren’t racist?
Things that people really say.
