Today we’d like to introduce you to Julia Bullock.
Julia, can you briefly walk us through your story – how you started and how you got to where you are today.
When I was two years old, I would sing along to a man who called himself “Ozzy Osborne.” I would run around our little townhouse in my pull-ups, bobbing my head and swinging his cd that had his body with eyeballs all over it. Weird thing to fall in love with at the age of two, but it was a pivotal moment for me. My mom and dad saw how happy music made me, so they always kept it going in the house. At the age of 13, the puppy love I felt as a child blossomed into a hobby. I started my first “band,” and I say that with quotation marks because our practices consisted of playing two songs, then driving to grab pizza. As you can imagine, our music career only got as far as the Dominos down the street, I spent two years living this half-fulfilling dream I was conjuring and then one day my hobby lit up a bit more It ignited into a burning passion. It nagged at me, eating me from the inside out like a loud voice yelling-“this is fun right now but you were made for more?”
So I listened to that pestering passion, and I started a new band at the age of 15. My dad helped me put ads in guitar centers and other music shops. We built a little garage band of four. Our first show was at a coffee shop in BumF*** nowhere, North Carolina. But the Chinese restaurant thought we were famous (because we said we were) and they gave us free tea. I stayed with this band for four years. They were my family; my brothers, and I learned how to write songs with them. They were horrendous songs, but I learned! We played stages like my idols Billie Joe Armstrong and Gwen Stefani (stages on a much smaller scale but you get the picture.) Although everything was going well, I was not satisfied. My passion kept nagging and saying, “Come on Julia. This is a great learning experience but it’s time for more.” So I took a leap of faith, and went my own way. I competed on XFactor 2012 at the age of 18, which was a rose-colored joy. Being eliminated broke my soul, and threw me into a rut for two years. At the gorgeous age of 20, however, that fire said, “Bitch. What are you DOING?! Go experience LIFE! Give yourself something to write about.”
So my dad drove me to Brooklyn, where I was going to make my dream come true and I was going to be a star. News flash: the dream turned into working four jobs, getting fired by two because I accidentally slept through the kickboxing class I was supposed to teach and then I drank on the third job because it was my 21st birthday. It came to a point where I would cry every day because I had no time for a creative outlet and I was spending my time working or being a 21-year-old in a big city. The Concrete Jungle almost swallowed me whole until one day I get a Skype call from a friend of a friend. He wanted to write music with me. I had the afternoon free, so we started writing. It was like I had found gold. If I could write this well over Skype with him, imagine what we could do in PERSON! “Go Julia. Leave NYC. GO TO HIM AND WRITE HITS.” So I did. I packed up my life. Mom and dad shipped all my stuff to their house in Charlotte, and I moved myself to Phoenix.
My new life started out great. I had new friends, a new artist collective, new writing partners, a new scene, and an amazing ep that I wrote called “Oblivion” with my friend Sean. I got a little too comfortable in this new place though. I was a 22-year-old, wide-eyed east coast girl that did whatever she could to fit in. I thought I had to fit in with these people, so I tried to adapt- be more like them. I was trusting and open. I was eight years old again trying so desperately to get the other daycare kids to think my Barbie doll was as pretty as theirs.
All my personal secrets became taboo for these people because I never knew how to keep my mouth shut. And my personal secrets that I thought I could trust people with ended up coming back around and biting me in my own ass. I got kicked off the artist collective, and like a merry-go-round of revolving closed doors, another slammed shut in my face. It got to a point where my mom would call me every day to make sure I was in a good headspace. God help that poor 22-year-old. And God help my poor mother. The fear I put her through every day. Mom, you are my rock.
I was sitting in my scorching hot bedroom in Phoenix thinking about how lost I felt when I got an email from a management company in Nashville. They loved my EP and wanted to see me play live. And right then and there, my old friend passion came back yelling, “Girllllllll! Go to NASHVILLE!” So I lied to the company, told them I had a band, that I knew venues in Nashville, and that I would get a show put together.
1) I did not have a band
2) I knew NOBODY in Nashville
3) I have NEVER played this ep live.
Let’s f***ing GO!
I rounded up some old friends from previous bands, contacted everyone I knew to help throw a show together, and then coined myself as The Foxies. We played for the company, ended up signing with them, and even though the fill-in musicians I had didn’t stay, they brought me to the men I have with me now.
Fast forward to three years later. Today, I am not The Foxies alone. I am The Foxies with three AMAZING guys, my brothers, that I would not have been able to find if hadn’t been through all of the hardships I faced. We are making a name for ourselves. We are playing for hundreds of people across the country. We are a glitter punk revival of classy rebellion. And to all the revolving closed doors on that dumbass merry-go-round. Thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be me.
In retrospect, would you say it’s been a smooth road?
It’s anything but smooth haha. But I think thats what makes our stories so special. If achieving your dream and making it a reality was easy…we wouldn’t appreciate it as much.
What else should our readers know?
I sing in a GlitterPunk band called The Foxies. You haven’t heard us until you’ve seen us. And that is a fact 🙂 .
Let’s touch on your thoughts about our city – what do you like the most and least?
LA is a city of opportunity. It’s a melting pot of possibility. The traffic sucks, but that is very minuscule compared to all of the charm your goals you can accomplish.
- Website: wearethefoxies.com
- Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
- Instagram: instagram.com/thefoxies ; instagram.com/thefoxiesjulia
- Facebook: facebook.com/thefoxiesmusic
- Twitter: twitter.com/thefoxiesmusic
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