![]() ![]() I still eat the food though, I still go to the restaurants we used to eat at. I don’t really have time to figure it out at the moment, but I want to. “And it just left me with this curiosity, too. “I had no access to that side, that part of myself, after my dad passed,” he says. A knock-on effect was that Lacy lost that connection with his Filipino heritage. Lacy’s father was absent for much of his childhood and died when he was ten. My family is there – it gives a depth to my persona and even my brain and how I operate. Describing the city as a “‘hood suburb”, Lacy acknowledges that there is some truth to the public perception of his hometown – but says it’s only half the story. He had a broadly middle-class upbringing, attending a private school during his early years, and shielded from the potentially rougher parts of Compton by his mother, who encouraged him and his three sisters to stay indoors. Steve Lacy was born in 1998, in southern Los Angeles County, his mother is African American and his father was Filipino. That’s what keeps it fun, because this won’t be for ever.” What will I do to keep that flowing? I think music is an opportunity to tell a story and create a thread for someone else to continue, even when you’re gone. “How I touch people’s lives, the energy that I put out into this world. “I look at my life as a museum, like experiences that I collect,” he says. It’s startling to hear a 24-year-old talk so seriously about that. For Lacy, his brought him back to his music, to consider his legacy. Like, what matters? What am I going to put my energy into?” He tails off.Īn encounter with death does things to the human psyche – it may paralyse and perplex, freeze or free. “I feel like that near-death experience shifted everything in a way. “The realisation that death defines the meaning of your life,” he continues. That seems to be true – but here he’s sombre, reflective. He has already mentioned, early on, that he has a “sarcastic, satirical” sense of humour, so it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or not. After pausing for a good 30 seconds he responds simply with one word: “Death.” He shares the story only after I ask him what motivates him, what gets him out of bed in the morning. This event had a profound impact on Lacy, who is sitting across from me in a restaurant in east London, dressed in all-black Balenciaga. He quickly got out of his car, worrying that it might explode, and escaped, miraculously unscathed but for a few cuts on his hands. “Still in this bitch,” he remembers thinking with relief. It scared the shit out of me.” After several moments he opened his eyes and looked down at his body to check he was OK. He was driving through a canyon in the mountains near his home in Los Angeles, California, on a road that had space for just one vehicle, when a car hit him head-on. This article is taken from the Autumn/Winter 2022 issue of AnOther Magazine: ![]()
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