I am probably the worst (harshest) critic on music. Especially my own music. EVERYTHING has to be PERFECT. I believe this feeling has led me to be proficient in the process of making music.
I always ask myself the question: “What are you proficient at?”
In answering this question I have to think deeply into what drives and motivates me. What makes me LOVE music? What makes me want to be the best artist?
Music in itself is never ending. There’s an infinite number of melodic notes that one can put together in four bars. I ask myself how deep are you willing to go??? Can you create an orchestra of a million voices singing in unison, and have that one…
just one…
That one that’s slightly singing the wrong note, a little off time…
will anyone hear it??
Or are we too accustomed to over-compressed, dynamic-less, 3 minutes of loudness, the thing we call RADIO music, which is in turn compressed even more for the airwaves.
Can we expand that… to its original truest form… an emersion of sound surrounding us… telling us stories of life… melodies portraying feelings of love, lust, pain, joy… harmonies bringing us back to our repressed memories of when life was pure.
Or purely simple enough where people enjoyed MUSIC.
People enjoyed music…
#ComplexComplex
#EATit