When I think of Mel 4Ever spinning around I cannot help but think of those ad hoc yet kind of avant garde videos Britney Spears posts in her Hollywood hills house nearby. Both pop stars love to play around with a song, to twirl with it and twist it to their own liking. Strange sounds abound. There's the hallowed drumming bass's thunk-thunk-thunk and twink-twunk-dunk or a baby's crying and giggling. It's that carefully calibrated strangeness that really makes a work of art. For some, it might be too much but as the princess of pop admits in her tell-all memoir, The Woman in Me, “Artists are weird, you know?”
Mel4Ever— Hi. What's up?
Johnny Belknap— Just ordered a bunch of giant-sized J Crew button downs.
Gorgeous.
How are you?
I’m good, I’m good.
You're in California now?
Yes, I moved here three days ago.
Okay, cool. How’s that going?
It’s moving, I’ve been moving. You know how it goes. I've been in LA at least once a month over the past year. I'm working with producers and songwriters out here. It makes sense for me to be rooted. I'd rather be based in L.A. and come to New York all the time instead of the opposite way around. Not having a home in New York feels destabilizing, though.
I imagine it's a bit disorganizing. It usually takes a month or two of nesting up for the guesting feeling to go away. Any initial impressions from your new nest?
I’m getting used to the 85-degree temperatures. It's sunny every day. Also, I’m not being yelled at anymore and there’s no street noise. I feel like I'm waiting for all this energy to suddenly be thrown at me. It just simply does not come. It's different.
Sounds different.
I was dying in New York. Things were intense. I was like I have to get out of here or I'm gonna not make it.
What was some of that intensity that you were experiencing?
The public transportation as a tranny was, you know — I was getting harassed every day. I got spit on, I was yelled at, and it was unsafe for me to just be a woman. I didn't have the resources to put myself in a safer place. Plus, New York’s other social aspects were killing me. I was depressed. I wasn't going out anymore. I wanted peace and quiet. So, leaving came down to this huge lack of safety.
That’s real. The city’s public transportation is frustrating. It’s slow. It’s smelly. In some places it’s heavily policed and in other ways it's totally dangerous. It really pits people against one another.
Exactly.