Any time I can express my emotions through song, it is the most cathartic thing in the world. To be able to sing these new songs in my voice with content relating to the death of my sister, it has saved me from slipping too far into my own sadness.
So having it called Christmas Jukebox allows for me to let it skip around. And that, I think, was probably the biggest challenge. It wasn't so much that the songs sounded different, but allowing it to make sense conceptually, which I think it does when you look at it as a jukebox of five different tracks.
We settled into this false reality that we didn’t deserve it and we weren’t valid— that everyone else, all the straight kids deserved it more and they deserved love. That we didn’t deserve to live out loud and have our families know what was going on because what we were doing was "shameful." It's bullshit!