I have always found it hard to talk about my own art. Even though its apart of my job description, I hate feeling like a salesman. Maybe it’s insecurity, maybe its the fear of being a grimy capitalist, who knows. However, we all gotta do it as indie artists, so here goes.

Windowless Bathroom is me. It’s not the prettiest parts, nor the parts i’m most found of, but it’s me. It’s whose, it’s parker.

Each word written, every song produced, every syllable uttered; all of it is true in some way, shape, or form. And for those reasons, I’m immensely proud of this project. Its riddled with industrial synth chord progressions, warped to hell vocal chops, rawkus knocking dirty fan dam drums. Rapping, screaming, singing, theres even a barbershop show-tune thrown in. If you step through the self destruction, deprecation, and delusions, you can see that I had fun making these songs, as well as it being a cathartic way of healing.

2021-2022 kicked the ever loving shit out of me. I died at least 5 deaths. Mentally, Physically, Spiritually. Lost my grandma, lost many loved ones, got backstabbed, betrayed, lost a home, gained a home, lost it again. Found myself in a rut creatively, felt like a failure. Was a failure, if i’m honest. but, to paraphrase Jaime Meline, “when it all falls apart, I make music, since thats what I know how to do.”

and in the midst of horrible, horrible times, there was only one constant. One thing, one place, I could rely on. A place where all concepts for this record, all beginning ideas came from. A nightmarish, yellow stained, ever-growing with disgust; Windowless Bathroom.

so here she is. in all her glory. always thought of albums as women, just like people of old saw boats & the earth as feminine. maybe there’s something to discuss in that thought process. next time.

thank you if you read this far, & thank you x2 if you bought & listened to the project. means the world, in the most genuine way I can get across through text.

peace,

whose.