I grew up between two worlds. Mom consumed by passion — fierce love, high drama, emotional storms. Dad was her opposite — cerebral, controlled, logical to the point of distance. They were an old-fashioned, 1950s-style polarised couple — a man was a man and a woman was a woman. They embodied the classic dichotomy: heart versus head. Feeling versus reason.

They fought constantly.

I landed squarely in the middle — genetically (Taiwanese and Irish) and psychologically.

I’ve spent my life negotiating that balance.

Today, that contradiction isn’t just personal — it’s cultural. The West has fractured into rival tribes convinced that the other side is the threat. We’ve lost the middle ground. We’ve lost dialogue. We’re at each other’s throats. And as technology surges — automation, surveillance, generative AI — it feels like the machine is swallowing us whole. Efficiency over emotion. Data over humanity.

My new single, Lucy, is a mythical lesbian suicide love pact — a symbol of extreme feminine energy pushed to the edge in a world demanding obedience to logic, control, and the algorithmic state. It’s what happens when human passion has nowhere left to breathe.

Fun fact: my mother’s name was Lucy. Freudian slip? Ha ha! Don’t think too hard...

Lucy is a mirror — she shows where we end up when either extreme takes over. Because the future cannot belong to logic alone. Or passion alone. To survive what’s coming, we need both heart and machine — in balance...
That’s the fight I’m in. Are you in?