Finn Sigil is an artist from Los Angeles who is shrouded in mystery, perhaps best known for being in the orbit of his close friend, the one-and-only 2hollis. He’s also a luxury fashion muse, a brother, and a die-hard baseball fan. His new album title pays tribute to a businesswoman whose charitable contributions funded a neuropsychiatric hospital at UCLA; Lynda Resnick is raw and haunting, forgoing ego in pursuit of new sonic ideas. The record’s sharp sincerity and jumbled narrative sensibility is bolstered by a set of influences that range from witch house to indie folk. Sigil produced the entire thing himself, with 2hollis and Jonah Abraham assisting on “beautiful day,” and his sister—and former Nina interviewee—Eilish Constance featured on “scatterbrain” and “jumped the fence.” In the hopes of shaking his enigmatic status, we sent him a few questions. Decode his answers, and listen to Lynda Resnick, below.

What do you love most about making music with your sister and your friends?

Finn Sigil: Hi, my name is Finn—oh babes! I just love forgetting about the world for a few hours.

How’d you react when ERD asked you to have your head shaved during their SS25 show? Do you think hair holds memories? 

When I slipped out of the womb my grandmother (god rest her beautiful soul my guardian angel) pulled me aside, immediately whispered a prayer in my ear, and put a necklace the Dalia Lama gifted her around my neck. It has a photo of him smiling on it; I’ve worn it every day since I was born, and was wearing it when I got the call, I thought of that at first, looked down at his cute smile, thought of my grandma, and said yes. Hair is such a beautiful thing though, I can get obsessed with everything and anything creative especially and hair is art, it is beautiful, it is gross, it is art, just as everything is, but also we can put so much ego into it, letting it destroy our lives if imperfect, yet it adds so much to who an artist is. I was down to let my jesus locks leave and be reborn, move on to another chapter and become a monk; I’ve had long hair my whole life and it was hard to let go, but for years I had wanted a rat tail but was too scared to cut the strands that held so many memories and energy but it seemed like the perfect excuse and opportunity to finally get a rat tail so I requested that it stayed. They said yes I can keep a rat tail, and I still haven’t cut that tail since. Yeah, I do believe hair holds memories and energy, hair never dies even when cut off, so it was a rebirth in a sense, gratefulI I let it go. I am beyond grateful for the experience and opportunity and all my friends at ERD.

How do you navigate the rabid attention you and your collaborators receive?

I get up at same time every day, go to bed at same time every day, walk ten miles minimum, treat my body like an ancient sumerian golden challace, drink water immediately when I wake, then counteract that with a Benson & Hedges cigarette, say a prayer, give thanks to god, show gratitude. It’s depressing how this generation is so attached to social media and doomscrolling, so invested in resent and paying attention to other people’s lives. I have no idea what shit is anymore. My grandma even doomscrolls all day; a week ago visited a nursing home and all these senior citizens were doomscrolling; everywhere I walked, I could hear video after video, swiping noises from crusty old fingernails. It’s destroying everybody, you can’t avoid it. I use it how I’m supposed to—I don’t look anything up related to new art or music in the world right now, I don’t listen to new music except my friends, I don’t do anything that’s a distraction and a waste of time. I live in a bubble and have to be productive and have my hands busy constantly, or my eyes closed praying and meditating, I see my friends, family, girlfriend that’s it, but I love silence, I’ll end up smashing my phone next month thx. This life is a blessing why waste it. Next question.

Do you believe in the tortured artist archetype? Is great art born from great pain?

Art without emotion wouldn’t be art, it would be an Amazon advertisement. Pain makes the art sometimes, joy does too—and the human does, of course. But the hardest moments tend to carve the deepest wells, and some people are just born a little insane in the right way. That’s where the good stuff lives. Some of the greatest pieces ever made came from the strangest minds in their strangest hours. Pain isn’t required, don’t force anything, but it does sharpen the chisel.

Why did baseball hall of famer Nolan Ryan grace the cover of your finnegan EP? A fan posted a pretty wild Reddit theory, but I’d rather hear it from you. 

Baseball, the greatest sport on Earth—My two favorite players are Nolan Ryan and Bo Jackson. While making finnegan, I was obsessed with Nolan’s story. I forgot the photo existed, he deserved a Cy Young award and never got one. Sometimes the universe withholds trophies from the people who deserve them the most. 

Was the recent World Series clincher the best game of all time? 

From what I have seen, yes. I cried. I don’t like typing about it, texting is one thing I can say I hate, along with mosquitos and summer—I won’t type the emotion out—you won’t feel it through a screen, would rather sit at temple talk face to face civilized like we hate phones so you can see my face contort when the topic comes up. I almost missed the ending. I got lost in the game and forgot I called an important Uber; I decided to leave my mother and father behind, I just said, “fuck it, ill watch it on my phone,” but as soon as we started driving, I made him stop and let me run home, and, in God’s synchronicity, I walk back inside at the exact moment they won. It was a blessing. I love hugging my father when the Dodgers win. There are so many things that happen in this world you cannot explain, memories are important, love is, it happened for a reason, grateful, I love you dad, and the Dodgers. Follow your heart and intuition, trust.

How did you land on the interpolation in “Beautiful Day”? What’s the most beautiful day you’ve ever had?

It was May, and I was staying in a tiny pueblo in the Spanish countryside. I wandered into a huge field—a perfect circle of grass surrounded by a wall of dark forest, like nature built its own cathedral. Then the sky broke: the rain came, the sky filled with beautiful gold light, beautiful clouds, and a double rainbow so bright it looked artificial. I ran back to the pueblo and made the song immediately. My most beautiful day? Every day I get to wake up. 

How did your new album come together? What do you hope listeners take away from it?

White walls, white stained broken flakey painted walls. Squeaky floors. A way-too-bright digital clock. Antique Chinese golfing tournament trophy. MacArthur Park in August. Sleepless weeks. Forgiveness. Bleach. Isolation. My girlfriend. Mosquitos. My best friends. Excitement for winter. I hate mosquitos. Bad memories. A fourth step. Lynda Resnick’s ghost. The album came together the same way life does—out of chaos, discipline, intuition. I never have a process, I guess this album is the closest thing I have done with such a huge intention and drive behind it. Extremely chaotic, unorganized, a true story that I might show one day—it was a surrender unintentionally at times and intentional, it was god the universe guardian angel, coincidences I might explain soon, still figuring it out. I want listeners to feel better; I love and care for people too much; the process healed me and tortured me; it was for myself, I wasn’t gonna do anything with it; it is for everyone, too, it is yours, I love you. I was starving, Lynda Resnick saved my life. Thank you.