We are beyond delighted that WOLF will play the first ever TYCI live event in Edinburgh on Thursday 2 June. WOLF features on the bill alongside Rosie Lowe, Nimmo, HQFU and TYCI DJs. Tickets on sale HERE
Kim kindly took the time to share the music that makes her think of home when she is away…
Stephanie Malcolm explains her definition of “home”.
Home is for me the place I’ve always wanted to get away from until it became the place I couldn’t leave. It’s a place that, despite all the hysterical fights, melodrama and meltdowns, centres you. It’s the levelling I didn’t know I needed when I was at my most high or most low. And, it’s the warm hug after getting battered and bruised from life throwing you some hardboiled shite.
Emma Lawrence writes about finding a place to call home.
I can remember when I realised Berlin was the place I wanted to live in. It was a Wednesday night, and my boyfriend Will and I had spent the day sightseeing in the German capital. We Are Scientist’s ‘After Hours’ played in the background of The Pub, the place we had chosen to have dinner that night.
Lottie Wilson grills the ladies of the Prowse family over lunch about being based in both the UK and Australia, and their experiences of finding a sense of home abroad.
Once again I am lost somewhere in Soho. I moved to London for university three years ago, and am still embarrassingly glued to my phone when I venture outside my East London bubble. Still, the size of the city has never particularly phased me. The sheer vastness of it is perhaps one of its most attractive qualities and I have always felt at home here. I am British, born and bred, through I tend to emphasise my Irish and Scottish roots when questioned as I think it makes me seem sexier. It really doesn’t. Questions of home and cultural identity have always been straightforward for me and are all essentially mirrored in any typical British upbringing. Although I do maintain a love of proper cider, which I attribute entirely to growing up in Somerset.
Laura Transue wonders what it means to be from Suburbia.
On Pinterest, I have a board called, ‘I Want to Live Like This’. I have filled it with over 200 images of the same few things: fields, farmhouses, meadows of flowers, laundry lines, sunshine, the solitary figure of a woman, the wind blowing her hair as she turns from the camera – whether running, sleeping, or dancing – losing herself to the abundant beauty and peace of the place she has chosen to build her life, her home.
Clare Marcie got disproportionately furious when Morrisons wouldn’t accept her non-EU ID…
I’ve been thinking a lot about this month’s theme. It obviously resonates powerfully with me. But what specific point to make? What feeling to convey?
Turns out, I have many. So here’s a mosaic of feelings and thoughts about being from somewhere else…
She took the coins out of her pocket and counted them again. Three twenty-pees, two fifty-pees, four ten-pees and a solitary pound coin. Not enough. Barely enough to get out of the Southside, let alone all the way along the M80 and onto the M9. Actually, she’d probably run out of fuel again around Cumbernauld and then what? Beg outside that big Tesco Extra all night? Wander around the aisles to keep the cold off? She’d never make enough to get home that way.
Daniela Pichardo writes about her experience as a Mexican immigrant in Canada and the bittersweet nature of the question, ‘Where is home’?
There are few things that make me hesitate as much as when someone asks me, “where’s home for you?”
It should be a fairly easy question to answer, except that I’m honestly unsure of how to answer it. Where do I live? Where do I spend most of my time? Where do I come from? Those could be easy and clear questions to answer. But where is home for me?