Screaming Into the Indie Void

Being an indie rocker in 2025 equals tossing a message in a bottle into the ocean — except the ocean is full of 100 million other bottles, and half of them are yelling “HEY CHECK OUT MY NEW SINGLE.” But I make the music which I love, exactly the way I want it.

It’s a strange time. One minute, I’m hand-painting lyric books in my dining room like a 19th-century poet struggling for bread. Next I’m running Facebook ads, trying to hack the algorithm. But the right ears will find the right song. That’s music — it sneaks into the cracks.

Do you miss the golden era of emo and indie rock too?