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I've been told I have a contagious energy that's impossible to ignore. As a storyteller, I craft songs that offer the closure life often withholds, storing memories as melodies. My music is introspective, emotionally complex, and filled with contrasts—freedom vs. confinement, past vs. present. Drawing inspiration from my biracial Fijian-white heritage and my time starving on the streets of New York City as an actor and writer, I weave sonic emotions and stories that blend melancholy, nostalgia, and the longing for escape. Backed by a rotating cast of musicians I rename every performance—The Mythos, The Explanation, The Toxic Masculinity, etc—I invite listeners into my world, sharing stories that reflect my personal journey of reflection and discovery.
In 2022 I flew away from New York City and moved into the spare bedroom of my mom's boyfriend's place. This was the bottom, but the beginning of my music journey.
My father, a bipolar Fijian man, suffered a psychotic break, killed the elderly man he was taking care of, crashed his car on the Golden Gate bridge, made a ruckus outside of an IHOP, and was beaten to death by 6 SFPD officers. No hate to IHOP though. Anyway, here's a song about being his son.
