Eastern Europe, Western Europe, North America bam bam bam. Mix it all up and you've got characters like me. I feel like I didn't really have a choice in the matter, my genetics and upbringing kind of forced me towards becoming this monster that I am, at home nowhere taking aspects of each. I'd like to think I'm taking the best of each and putting it all together, but it's probably just as likely that I'm taking the worst parts, if you know what I mean.

All I want to do is create a unique cultural melange and make music about it.

Somehow I feel grateful that growing up in Canada gave me such a blank slate that I could do that, because if you're from a place with more of a full on culture, it's hard to find room for it, but Canada, no, you can find room for maintaining whatever culture you want, the problem is always keeping it fresh. You see, Toronto, where people grow up, people go there to settle, they don't just go in and go out like people do in London.... They go there to forget the old world, forget the history, forget the complicated stuff of the old world culture and live a simple, rational, convenient life.

I'm thankful that I was raised in a way that could never forget that. By grandparents who grew up in a city with three languages and are relics of an empire with a rich history of binding together multiple cultures. Being raised in that mentality, being taken by my father to Austria, Czech Republic and Slovakia when I was a kid and being told "These are our homelands"... Plural... Great...

Fortunate enough to inherit that cultural schizophrenia I've taken it to a whole new level. I am at home nowhere. It's all just fragments of belonging. No where can do it. Either this will destroy me or it will propel me to do something uniquely nomadic. So far it's a bit of both.

So the Worldly Savages, a musical chronicle of the aristopeasant mentality that wants to be refined and cosmopolitan at the same time being simple, primal and immediate.... It's disgusting and endearing.

And fuck you and fuck your culture, you are a lousy little slave to your boxed in mentality, you have no idea how small and narrow your cultural mentality is. You think you know everything, but you only know everything from one lens. You are a slave. Slave to culture. Can it be so? Can you accept that? Ok so let's party.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. You need money. you gotta do what you gotta do to make it. Good for you.

But for those of us who dare to find a different way to be able to play that game and along the way find some method of scraping by at the same time as seeing the world, it looks different.

For all of us with mixed blood and contrast in their heritage and upbringing, we're the ones who feel that banging dissatisfaction which never relents, which pushes us to create.

This is my creation. I keep on developing it. I’m gonna keep on going! You can’t stop me. I fucked myself in the head so well that I will just keep going.


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