I first saw it in my father. My pa use to write, but was addicted to something else. I reckon once you're unhappy, people stop caring about what debaucheries do to themselves. This is because they want to cut their ties to their sorrow. This is what they consider happiness. I find this interesting. As much as I do other human natures. Emotion is a powerful thing. Gives you tunnel vision and heigtens sensitivity. Distorts other feelings. Deadens some. Addiction can sometimes simply be distraction. But the more I write, the more I'm interested, the more I see in myself. 

Music comes along later. Emotion is controllable when you have a way of looking at it and seeing it's constituents. Like writing. Dancing. Painting. It's not even really art it's just release. You're better for it after you're done. And as fan, a consumer, witnessing somebody-else's pain/happiness/love/etc. in a tangible form is a release in itself. People can sometimes relate to someone they do not know with a greater conviction to that of their oldest friend, because they've managed to portray something that they themselves could never say. Writing is as important to me as making music, because it reminds me of how important honesty is in song. 

"Hand to me my emotion in a motioning form, so I may see how it moves me".

Eaves's debut album, What Green Feels Like, is out April 27 via Heavenly Recordings under exclusive licence to [PIAS] Cooperative.