So maybe the bullets and lies weren’t just deep wounds and scars made, but pivotal invitations to celebrate instead of mourn. Maybe pop music isn’t just loud noise, all about the beat, red solo cups, or parties. Maybe the loudest, most anthemic, and fist-pumping tracks are the echoes from the deepest, darkest, loneliest, and most vulnerable valleys.
Every let down and lost relationship taught that challenge and opportunity look a lot alike. The difference is in the perspective. So with every trial, another old receipt had lyrics scribbled on it, another melody was recorded onto my phone, and the musical pursuits of Lýkoh evolved.