Miya Folick Looks For the Light
The Los Angeles artist walks us through the creation of her new record Erotica Veronica, from her post-ROACH tour burnout to recording in the Foo Fighters' studio.
Photo by Catherine LoMedico
After the tour for her sophomore album ROACH, indie-pop chameleon Miya Folick found herself burnt out and feared she may never write a song again. “I just didn’t think I had it in me. But at the same time, I desperately wanted to write new music. I’m the kind of person who toxically wants to be productive all the time, and I’m the kind of person who feels a lot of guilt when they don’t ‘do something with their day,’” Folick tells me over Zoom, and I don’t doubt that latter sentiment. At one point during our call she says that if she ever had an office job, she’d need a treadmill desk because of all her “nervous energy.”
But she quelled her drive to constantly create following tour and allowed herself to simply be—just eat, take long strolls and do a whole lot of nothing. It wasn’t idyllic, but it was necessary. “I had a month of rest and relaxation, and deep depression, and then I emerged,” she says. “And then once I started writing, suddenly [Erotica Veronica] was done. What was interesting about the process was, at no point was I like, ‘Oh, here I go. I’m writing my album.’ I think I was just naturally writing again, trying not to put too much pressure on it, and going for a lot of walks.”
Walking is a large part of her process—a revelation that initially surprises me considering Folick lives in Los Angeles, which, in my mind, is all asphalt and bumper-to-bumper traffic. She’s quick to disabuse me of that notion: “I think LA is very walkable, and people do walk… I walk everywhere. I think because it is sprawling to get to certain places, you need to walk pretty far.” She prefers walking or biking in Los Angeles to driving, later adding with a laugh: “But I will say that my favorite walks are walks to go get a treat. So sometimes I will just walk randomly, but often I’m going somewhere, and that somewhere is a bakery. That’s a big incentive for me to walk far distances.” Honestly, same.
Folick’s love for LA—“Every piece of music I make is a love letter to this city,” she tells me—is baked into the very creation of her latest album Erotica Veronica, which was released on February 28 via Nettwerk. The LP takes us from playful flirtations on “Erotica” (“The erotic doesn’t have it to happen at night,” she says. “I think that the erotic can also just be this, like, sweet sensual experience in nature”) back to past heartbreak on “This Time Around” (The line “You cut mе with a comment in parenthesеs” will always get me).
“It’s a very LA record in that it was made both in studio and at home,” she says, later explaining: “We have access to so many studios here both like full scale, tracking room, control room, kind of studios, but also home studios. I mean, that’s the beauty of Los Angeles. As I’m saying that, I’m thinking about all the people who lost their studios in these fires, and it’s just totally heartbreaking. They’re such special places. Everyone’s home studio is a beautiful, special place. People put so much care into those spaces. Yeah, it’s hard not to think about that.”
Folick assembled her collaborators at Tropico Beauty in Glendale for the first Erotica Veronica recording stint, before deciding that a couple of the songs required a larger space to match the sound she was aiming for. In order to achieve that, she went to Foo Fighters’ Studio 606 to record “Fist” and “Love Wants Me Dead.” The former is an emotionally tumultuous slow burn, following a narrator whose self-sabotaging tendencies deepen the fissures in a relationship’s foundation into an insurmountable abyss. The sweetly-sung, vignette-like start builds to Folick’s guttural scream, backed by spacious, robust drums and zinging guitar—a sonic backdrop enabled by the size of Studio 606. The instrumentation grows sparer towards the end as she repeats, “I punch myself in the face with my own little fist / Then I collapse into you.” It’s one of the album’s most devastating tracks, reminding the listener of all the times you’ve hurt both yourself and your loved ones, sometimes for no apparent reason other than the fact that “this rage / is my inheritance.” “Love Wants Me Dead,” the penultimate song on Erotica Veronica, starts simply with just Folick’s voice, strummed guitar and the barest whisper of synth. As the song unfurls, steadily marching drums and backing vocals join the party, the fullness of sound growing as Folick declares passionately, almost ecstatically, ”Love wants me dead.” I’ve always admired her ability to make her crystalline voice reach stratospheric heights, all while maintaining a strength beneath it that nonetheless allows vulnerability to creep in. The bridge of “Love Wants Me Dead” showcases this enviable quality over screeching guitars and propulsive drums—a fitting climax for one of the rawest and most immediate albums of the year so far.
While the full band recorded in Studio 606 and Tropico to capture the richness of their sound, most of the piano and synth and all of the vocals were recorded later on at home studios. Folick produced the Erotica Veronica, a process that she found “fun and fulfilling, and also difficult and arduous and lonely at times to be the person having to make all the decisions.” She’s not a rookie producer—she produced her two EPs, 2015’s Strange Darling and 2017’s Give It To Me—but it is the first time she’s produced one of her albums.