You know what’s easier than following around your fave pop stars, day in, day out, to see what they’re up to right that minute? Asking them. This month, we nab Josh Greacen from Sad Night Dynamite.
8:30am → I rise, troubled by whispers that have plagued my sleep. I brush my hair and put on my socks and shoes before getting in the shower. Five minutes go by before I realise that my socks are mismatched. I curse at this mistake and brush my teeth. I don’t eat breakfast as punishment. Instead, I shamefully head to the decaf tea box, which teases me each morning - I’ve finally submitted to decaf tea after years of drinking the hard stuff, which has destroyed my mental health. Shards of last night’s dreams fly like daggers into my brain. I don’t recognise who I am in my dreams.
9:30am → Recently, I’ve been working in my living room/dining room, which is where I head next. On the way, I stub my toe and groan in pleasure. The decaf tea spills on the floor. This adds to the spike in my dopamine levels as I realise that today, I’ve beaten the decaf tea. The house is empty; both my sisters are long gone for work. It means I can make more noise than usual. My process involves a fair amount of screaming. Living with my sisters has been an unexpected joy in my life. I open a project in Logic and write something. Like most artists, nine times out of ten, my ideas are brilliant. I’m loving writing at the moment. The pressure of an album is in the past, and this freedom is making ideas flow more easily.
11:30am → I force myself away from my chair to greet the sun. Our neighbour’s house is boarded up and derelict after someone threw some rocks through their window. I think they were aiming for mine. Needless to say, everyone was evicted after I called the police. But I’m pretty sure someone still lives there, as the smell of weed still wafts through the walls and gets me secondhand high. I’d be sad if they left. Our garden is in disarray; occasionally, this will cause one of my sisters to panic and kill all the weeds. But they just grow back. Perhaps there’s a life lesson there.
