The hum of my monitor is less a background noise and more a constant companion. It’s the soft lullaby of ambition, punctuated by the occasional clatter of a dropped USB stick or the frustrated sigh that escapes me when a…
I remember the exact moment the penny dropped. It wasn’t in some dimly lit studio, surrounded by expensive gear I couldn’t yet afford. No, it was a drab Tuesday afternoon, me stuck in traffic, listening to a podcast about the…
Uncertainty is an inherent part of decision-making, a constant companion that lurks in the shadows of every choice I make. It’s not just a fleeting feeling; it’s a fundamental aspect of the human experience. I often find myself standing at…
In the world of amateur production, there exists a pervasive urge to complete projects at breakneck speed. I often find myself caught in this whirlwind, driven by an insatiable desire to see my ideas come to fruition. It’s as if…
The lukewarm tea in my mug mirrored my enthusiasm for the latest marketing campaign I was meant to be brainstorming. My eyes, however, were fixed on the waveform display on my second monitor. A beat I’d been tinkering with since…
Failure is often viewed as a dirty word, something to be avoided at all costs. Yet, in the realm of songwriting, it is an inevitable companion. I’ve come to realize that every misstep, every poorly received lyric, and every song…
It’s 3 AM again. My wife, bless her tolerant soul, is fast asleep in the next room, oblivious to the glowing screens and humming monitors that have become my nocturnal companions. Me? I’m here, staring at a waveform, trying to…
It’s a quiet Tuesday night, the kind where the hum of my ageing laptop feels like a particularly vocal cello section. I’m hunched over my DAW, a half-empty mug of lukewarm tea beside me, wrestling a particularly stubborn synth line…
In the world of amateur production, the pressure to deliver can feel like a weight pressing down on my chest. It’s not just about creating something that sounds good; it’s about meeting an unspoken standard that seems to shift with…
I can’t quite pinpoint the exact moment the obsession truly took hold. Perhaps it was during a particularly mundane summer job, meticulously sorting through stacks of invoices while a bootleg recording of Daft Punk’s ‘Discovery’ blasted through my cheap earbuds.…
