The musician likes to meander, eat Mexican food, and be imaginative until the early morning hours.
You’re an early riser? Not necessarily, however.
Around 11 a.m., I get up. My alarm clock is the reason. I would have slept into the afternoon without it. In Hammersmith, our family home feels hollow as I make a coffee for myself.
Mom is out and Dad is down at the allotment. My brother is doing homework. I’m watching a movie at Studio Ghibli or reading my book while playing a record — I think Erykah Badu or Minnie Riperton, something with a warm and quiet tempo. It’s time for Mexican food when I smell the fresh mint and the sage Dad picked from the allotment. We just don’t do roast vibes on Sundays. When are you guys leaving? My friend Oscar and I have a routine: a brunch beforehand at Café Boheme in Soho, a trip to Reckless Music, then a trip to some pretty bookstores with frozen yogurt on the way. We walk and walk and end up in one of my favourite bars. Have we changed on Sundays? Definitely. Certainly.
I just don’t have weekends anymore because there’s so much going on.
I may be working on video ideas, arranging the release of the album or being at photo shoots.
I surely miss the relaxed days that I used to spend before Covid, roaming around.
Sunday night? Do I need to take the time to rest and reboot? After dark, I feel most inspired; I am a nocturnal creature.
By putting on a silent solo set, I write poetry or stream of consciousness, play instruments or teach myself to DJ.
My attic room is my safe space where I can be creative into the wee hours of the morning, even though I’ve learned to tiptoe.Before bed? I journal to come clean with myself.
I write about the week and how it felt, about my hopes and plans.
I’ve been doing this every night since I was 13.
As I write, I look back.
Amazing things have happened for me this year.
I take time to appreciate them.
Arlo Parks’ debut album, Collapsed In Sunbeams, comes out Jan. 29 on Transgressive Records