I’ve been dreaming about being on stage since I was 4 years old.
tiny pink hands on the piano and glitter on my eyelids before I even turned ten
at seventeen I found my mom’s old Queen records and decided I wanted to be
Freddie Mercury. at eighteen I discovered David Bowie, changed my name to Sizzy Rocket
and moved to New York.
in my early 20’s I started a punk band. fell asleep in my NYU classes
and played shows on the bowery. I would print my fan zine in the library and
leave copies in the backseats of taxis. I sang at open mics in the east village and
wrote songs on my dorm room floor. took red eye flights back and forth to LA to
work with producers and spent nights on couches. songs and songs and tequila and
more songs. by sophomore year my first EP was uploaded, with artwork handmade
out of scotch tape, sharpies, ketchup and glitter. fluorescent lighting and a stack of paper
on the table with my signature at the bottom. fresh ink and palpable determination.
New York was my true love until I was 24. I made an album there, signed a record deal
there - flash bulbs and champagne and new york magazine. but then I went on tour and
found real fans, a cult of girls like me with bleached hair and worldly curiosity. we talked
everyday on the internet and I gave them advice, sent them polaroids. we had a secret
dropbox folder, where I would upload demos and piano covers for their ears only.
in pursuit of a vision, I moved to Los Angeles.
Now, at 27 it feels like I’m just getting started. last summer I released my most personal record yet,
called GRRRL - took things into my own hands, booked and headlined my own tour, sold out
shows in cities I had never been to and left love notes in every hotel room. when we got back, we
rented a house in the canyon and made a whole record in 8 days. it’s my best work yet,
with all of my sharpest sounds and lyrics - and fuck, I can’t wait for you to hear it.
x punk rock
sizzy
