Behind the Smoke: The Making of “Honestly, Darlin’”

There is a very specific, quiet clarity that settles over you when an illusion finally breaks. It is not a loud or chaotic moment. It is the exact opposite. It is the sudden, deafening silence of watching someone try to start a riot in a room that has already moved on. That precise moment of realization, the shift from playing along to simply walking away, is the lifeblood of my new single, “Honestly, Darlin’.”

Following the scorched-earth energy of my Hugo cover of “99 Problems,” which dropped earlier this May, I knew the next track needed to maintain that same level of absolute authority. But where “99 Problems” was about confronting the ghosts of a discarded past, “Honestly, Darlin’” is about the present moment. It is a clinical, unapologetic eviction notice for anyone who walks into a room selling a story with nothing to back it up.

When I sat down to write “Honestly, Darlin’,” I was thinking about the concept of the inflated ego. We have all encountered this person: the one who promises the moon but delivers the dark, the one who demands the spotlight but lacks the grit to actually hold it. They are entirely composed of smoke and mirrors. For a while, we put up with it. We make excuses, we play the game, and we watch them spin their wheels in the same old rut. But eventually, the act gets old. You see the mirror behind their eyes. You watch them strike a match, and you realize they aren’t getting lit.

That is the emotional core of this song. It is the realization that you do not have to participate in their drama. As I noted when putting together the visual artwork for this release: It is easy to walk away from the smoke when you are the one holding the fire.

Bringing this concept to life required a very specific sonic foundation. My aesthetic has always leaned heavily into Dark Cabaret, Melodic Noir, and Alt-Rock, but this track demanded the undeniable, heavy swagger of Contemporary Blues mixed with a little bit of Trip-Hop. I wanted the instrumentation to feel like a slow, deliberate walk to the exit. To achieve this, I leaned into the heavy, gritty textures of cinematic funk and industrial undertones that give the track its teeth. As a producer, I view the studio as my orchestra. I act as the architect, carefully layering the atmospheric blues guitars and driving basslines until the arrangement perfectly matches the emotional weight of the narrative.

The lyric writing process for “Honestly, Darlin’” was about stripping away the excess. I wanted the words to feel like sharp, direct strikes. The pre-chorus sets the scene perfectly: “You’re talking loud, but the room went quiet / Looking for a spark, trying to start a riot.” It paints the picture of that desperate ego failing to launch. But the true release of the song comes in the chorus. After years of dealing with people who try to manipulate the narrative, there is immense, unparalleled power in finally saying, “You’re playing games, but you ain’t got the wit / Honestly, darlin’, I don’t give a sh*t.”

It is a declaration of total, absolute apathy. You cannot lose a game you refuse to play. You do not owe anyone your peace, your time, or your energy. When you finally stop fueling their illusion, you are able to take back every single piece of your own spark.

As we gear up for the official release of “Honestly, Darlin’” on June 12, 2026, I want this track to stand entirely on its own as a definitive statement. The smoke is clearing, the boundaries are permanently set, and the illusion is officially over.

For now, I invite you to step into the studio with me. Put on your best headphones, turn the volume up, and let the heavy blues wash over you. If there is someone in your life who has been selling you a story, let this track be your exit music. Watch the show from the edge of the pit, let their match burn out, and walk away.

Welcome to the fallout.

— Noir


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