I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop listening to a friend play a set of new music he’s written. It’s absolutely gorgeous and entrancing. This shop was the second place I ever performed music for an audience. That was almost ten years ago. It’s crazy to think how fast time has passed, and yet I find myself in the same place in a different yet similar personal situation as before: not quite knowing where I am in life or what direction I want my career to go.
I met with a producer recently for a full band project I’m working on. It’s something I can really see going somewhere and I hold the songs very dear to my heart. Music is the one thing that’s kept me sane in the past few years and I desperately want it to become my overall career. It’s a freeing feeling and something I know I’d overall be more happy doing.
I write music to process thoughts. To overcome something that’s been bothering me or to understand it even more. I perform because it just floods me with dopamine and all the tough shit I’m going through disappears momentarily. I do it to connect with people. To feel what they feel and vice versa. Raw emotion just coursing through an entire room is a powerful thing. Music can make you dance, and laugh, and cry. It can help you remember people you lost and wonder about those you’ll meet. I just want to keep sharing that.