The Lungs of NYC: An Interview with Tor Miller

The Lungs of NYC: An Interview with Tor Miller

a Northeastern musician interviewed by a Southwestern girl for a West Coast publication


By Zoe Allen

In August of last year, I was driving my mom around listening to an indie, off the grid radio station. A song came on--one entitled “Midnight”, off of an EP called “Headlights” by an artist by the name of Tor Miller. I had never heard of him before, but was instantly impressed with his wooing, compelling, and soothing vocals and enchanting lyrics. I had to look him up--and get an interview with him--as soon as I could. Here it is, exclusively for Mad Sounds.


ZA: Tell me about how you grew up. Does this have any impact on your music today?
TM: When I was about 12 years old I moved from New York City to New Jersey and for a couple years felt very isolated. During this period I began to form a bond with music and writing. Many of my early songs were about the loneliness I felt and the longing to get back home.


ZA: How would you describe yourself? Is your music a reflection of who you are?
TM: I would say I am kind, thoughtful and all the other generic things. But if you listen to the lyrics of my music you have insight to some of my inner most thoughts, how I feel about myself and the life I have lived.





ZA: I know that when I write (not songs), sometimes I write out of experience and sometimes I do not. Do you write by experience? If so, do you write by experience always? If not, what do you write about?
TM: I write about my own experiences and the experiences of those around me.


ZA: What is your main source of inspiration?
TM: I draw inspiration from the relationships I’ve formed with friends, family and various girlfriends. I write about many an introverted moment I have experienced, either walking the streets of New York City or sitting out in a field of my parents horse farm trying to figure out the big questions of our own existence.


ZA: How does being surrounded by New York City inspire your lyrics?
TM: There are so many stimulants on the streets, so much subject-matter, issues and concerns which people of NYC face. If you walk around long enough and talk to those around you, you find even subconsciously it seeps into your music.


ZA: Speaking of your lyrics, are all lyrics by you? Do you have any help in writing them? What is your songwriting process?
TM: Yes, I write my lyrics on my own and in some cases with others, while doing co-writing sessions. I usually begin creating my music with the harmonic and melodic elements with a subject matter in mind and then I will finish with the lyrics, but it all sort of happens at once.





ZA: Who are your favorite artists? Favorite songs?
TM: [Musicians are] David Bowie, Ray Charles, Tom Waits, Elton John and others. Song wise, For All We Know by Donny Hathaway, Rock n Roll Suicide by Bowie, Hard times by Charles.


ZA: Favorite place in the whole world?
TM: Easy. NYC.
ZA: New York City is huge, metropolitan, and crawling with conviviality and people. Because of how huge it is, do you ever feel swallowed up? Is it easy to become lonely in such a big city, or do you always feel at peace?
TM: I certainly need a break from it from time to time. What I do is absorb all the influence and energy until I have a system overload and will travel out to the horse farm and start creating based off those experiences. I find the hectic nature very calming in many ways.


ZA: If there was one thing you could change in the world what would it be? Do you donate to any charities or help out with any causes?
TM: That’s a hard question, there needs to be many changes in this world. But something immediate I would wish for is the abolition of guns in our country. I could fill book with changes I want for this world.


ZA: My last question. Why do you make music?

It was something I found very early in life which made me happy whenever I was sad. It helped me stay out of trouble as a kid and has been a watchful eye over me since those first two years I felt alone in New Jersey.



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Don't Owe It / Editorial by Zoe Allen

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He told me “it’s just something that guy’s talk about” when I asked him why he spread rumors about me sending him nudes.
He told me “I can’t look like the bad guy” when I asked him why he told people he had seen me naked.
He told me “I just wanted to be nice” when I asked him why he had lead me on for so long.
He told me to “stop being a psycho bitch” when I asked him why he was screwing over my best friend.
He told me “I only like you because you’re easy” when I asked him why he cared about me.
These phrases are all reasons why sexism and sex shaming still exist today. With each of these men, I had gone into the relationship thinking the world of them. With each of these men, I have left the relationship thinking the worst of them.
One demanded to see my chest and when I refused, he told everyone that he had seen it anyways, cementing my reputation as a “slut”.
He said to me “if you can see me shirtless, you owe it to me to be shirtless too.”
I do not know you and I do not owe you anything.
For the longest time, I thought I did owe them something. I had an easy reputation for a reason, and looking back on it, I am not proud of it in any way.
I have grown since then, becoming a girl knowing that she can do whatever she wants with her body, but does not owe anyone her body.
This Valentine’s day, I spent my time with the loves of my life: my team and myself. I swam in a five hour swim meet for my conference championships, spent the last fleeting hours with my team on the long bus ride home, and promptly got home and studied for my impending finals.
I do not need the approval of others to make me happy.
My insecurity was what drove me to seek the approval of boys.
And that, my friend, is not love.
It is physical attraction at best. Sometimes it is not even that--it is just an overwhelming desire to fill up an emptiness inside you. It is filled temporarily, and then I would wake up the next morning hating myself all over again.
Putting on a little black lacy pair of lingerie can only make you feel whole for so long. You can only wait so long until you take them off and change back into pajamas and remember who you actually are.

Throughout this entire cycle, I think I had legitimate feelings for only one of the boys. This boy did not require anything from me--it was unconditional. He was sweet, and absolutely normal--which was what made it so rare for me. Eventually, his feelings for me went away, but mine for him remain to this very day.
It’s egregiously ironic how I could get his entire school to fall for me, yet I could only get him to trip.
Two of his “friends” got jealous of how I felt about him and told him horrible lies. The day before they were together, he was telling me how much he felt for me. The day after, he was telling me how we needed to stay friends.
He can barely look me in the eye anymore. With every time he ignores me, I feel like he’s stepping on my heart. It just will not stop bleeding.
The Smith’s said it so beautifully: “I want the one that I can’t have, and it’s driving me mad.”
Actual feelings are so hard to come by and it seems like when I find them, it is never reciprocated.

In a world of sexting, drunk hookups, date rapes, and cat calling, true romance is a fragile, feathered thing. It is breakable, delicate, and will leave you in the blink of an eye. I have yet to find it--and I don’t think I am anywhere close.

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