My childhood nickname was Onion. Which is ironic because I absolutely hate onions. But I never minded the nickname. Teammates called for passes in soccer games by shouting, “Onion, I’m open!” Like, it wasn’t one of these nicknames that only pops up occasionally. It was my NAME.
So I thought it fitting that I would release an album under the name “Onion”.
I lived in New York City by that time and my real career was chugging along. I was doing regular plays, experimental theater, commercials, TV shows, student films, indie films, you name it I did it.
But I was also nursing My Secret Career in private.
The result? The claustrophobic and disturbing Beauty Is Ordinary.
If you’re counting, this is album number four. Shit’s about to change.
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