Many of the album photos in the booklet are from my 24th birthday (nov 25, 2014) and were the inception of White Girl Wasted. I rented a motel room by myself, with the intention to write songs. I painted my face for the gods, drank an entire bottle of champagne, recorded wails into a computer, and came up with some messy fucking lyrics, which eventually turned into some of these songs. I woke up drunk in the morning and took the album cover photo. It was a melancholy important birthday. Shit, a lot has happened since then.
These photos were taken one month after my father died which onset the beginning of financial hardships for my mom and brother. I’ve never made music before and it has been such an important outlet to deal with my life, which is blessed and beautiful, but often tinged with intensity of emotional turmoil and painful longing.
I couldn’t have a fulfilling existence without all of these aspects. I believe in music. I believe in the power of art to heal us and to make us sit in uncomfortable nuance and describe the confusing, grotesque, and sometimes contradictory aspects of this world. People often view art as a luxury. An unnecessary foray into complicated emotions: narcissistic at best, apolitical at worst. It can be all those things, but fuck that!
I would not be alive without art/music and I was put on this planet to create. I try to be very particular and thoughtful with the work I put out publicly. I hope it comes out that way and that you engage with it in an equally thoughtful way. I hope it makes you think. I hope it generates meaningful dialogue and/or is just something soothing thats helps you deal with your feelings or reality.
I’m not here to make music that is super easy to digest. It’s okay if you don’t like it. The sounds often come from a difficult place in my heart and psyche. I’m influenced by pain, but also drawn to the ethereal abstract side of sound. I think a lot about death: the death of my father, the death of the illusion of a perfect suburban dream, how I’m getting older and my body will eventually perish, the decay of romance, the death of masculinity, and the end of this earth.
How we party and drink and do drugs and fuck to cope with being messy nasty queers, living on the fringes of society. How we are the inevitable result of a poisonous culture that tries to suppress all avenues of pleasure and magic. That being said, this is my story: I FELL ASLEEP LIKE THIS AND I’M JUST GETTING STARTED!
Thank you to Nessa and Blew Velvet for the piano lessons. Thanks to all the beat producers, musicians, dancers, videographers and singers who contributed to this project. Thanks to all the people that booked shows. Thanks to Sam for funding the tape! Special thanks to all my roommates and freaky friends that have easily become my family.
credits
released November 25, 2016
music and lyrics by Lucia Honey
lead vocals, piano, and digital production by Lucia Honey
guitar on “Illegible Slurs” and keyboard on “Social Suicide” by Christian Anderson
guest vocals on “Social Suicide” by Julie Jujoo Alma and Alli Logout
“I Fell Asleep Like This” “Victim” and “Ignorance is Blonde” produced by Brizgnar
“The Romance is Killing Me” produced by SSTR
“Who is She?” produced by The Three-Brained Robot
“A Case of You” written by Joni Mitchell
“The Unbearable Whiteness of Being” produced by FatplastiK
“Post Party Depression” produced by SOFIA RETA co.
recorded, mixed, and mastered by Lucia Honey at Club Lorenzo in New Orleans, LA
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