Maybe I suck at it. Maybe I don’t. It probably depends on who evaluates it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t work. But it’s a passion of mine that comes and goes. I imagine melodies, they get stuck in my head. I hear things when I’m about to sleep and then I want to play them, reproduce them, record them the next day. When they come alive, two things may happen: they get finished, or they don’t.
It’s been a while since I’ve released new music. A lot has changed since the last time. My taste has changed, my influences and references have changed. I have changed as a person. It genuinely feels like another life. And that is a great thing.
The other day, someone asked me if I missed the past. I don’t. I enjoy the present moment so much and I look forward to living it wholeheartedly. The future scares me a little bit, but not enough to make me worry.
When I think about the purest state of flow, I think about making music. Usually alone, occasionally with close friends. Because music fills time with sound. And in that moment, it doesn’t matter if I suck at it or not. That’s not the point. When it works, when inspiration is there and the result is satisfying, it’s beautiful.