All I Ever Wanted

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It was the end of the summer of 2008. I just moved to a small town in Brittany, I was a middle-school student, and I was nothing more than a sad, alone, teenager. As depressing as Brittany is, it’s always been the kind of place for which the saying, “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down”, is pretty fitting. Let’s just say that there weren’t many people walking around with colourful t-shirts with printed designs, and even less open-minded. Finding friends was not an easy task.

Friends out of stock, I found myself in the center of a struggling middle-school scenario made up of people, for the most part, who were totally different from who I was. This meant that if I wanted to make friends, I had to volunteer to activities I was not interested in at all, hanging with the wrong people after school, and only talk about what was socially acceptable to talk about. Fitting in the box in short words. Truthfully I just wanted to leave and be alone for the rest of my life. I was not interested in going to the clubs, hanging out with people that were nothing like me and, in my eyes, did not reflected my vision of the world. I looked down to these people and I felt indescribably sad just to be hanging out with them.

Well, it ended that I spent the whole year on internet and I am not exaggerating. I was listening to a lot of music from the internet as well such as DJ Sabife and B0UNC3. When I finally moved out from Brittany to a less closed-mind environment, I finally made a ton of friends, with the same musical tastes and interests as I. These people meant the world to me that year.

Now truth to be told, as much as I liked listening to music like B0UNC3, Sabife, Cascada, Groove Coverage etc, I wasn’t a music producer myself. For unknown reasons, everybody else on internet was at that time. I was not the biggest fan of internet DJ’s, but when I had the chance to see this Norwegian guy making remixes of my favourite songs, it felt like discovering a rockstar. Having 1,000 views on YouTube was super cool, even though making music on computer was considered nerdy and those people were called “nolife”. How time changes… He inspired me to make my own music as he showed how can a song sound completely different, and even better, than the original artist. Since then, all I ever wanted was to make music.

I can remember trying to figure out FL Studio for the first time on my Windows Vista laptop (missing the letter “E”).

Fast forward in time, a bit of press, a growing fanbase and hundred of thousands of views on YouTube. Not that I care about numbers, but those numbers are real people and I love the feeling of having someone who resonates with my music. I crave for that feeling.

Not that I want to sell the creative process short… It’s essential of course. But anyone can make music.

But when it comes to BEING a music producer, it’s not music theory. It’s the smell of a cup of coffee “between dogs and wolves.” It’s the comfortable hoodie you wear all the week-end. It’s forgetting about the rest of the world for an unlimited amount of time. It’s the sensation of creating something useful. It’s the familiar sound of the OS and software opening.

It’s not the piano chords or the number of albums sold, but rather it’s knowing those things first hand that makes me a music producer. And it’s knowing that you are one of a small percentage of the population to not only have seen but to have lived behind the curtain that makes this whole crazy thing worthwhile.

But maybe even more importantly than all of that, it’s YOU, the listener, that makes all of it matter.

I look forward to many more sometimes-hard, sometimes-ugly, always-worthwhile experiences along this musical journey. Here’s to hoping that you are part of that journey.

If you’d like to hear the most recent milestone of that journey, click here to get to my album, ” Sleeping Well”.

Thank you for being a listener and for making it all matter.

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