There is so much stuff. There is a piece of new music made every minute somewhere in the world. There is music made for every situation and feeling. Damn, we even write new pieces of music in our minds when we silently hum anything. Or when we hum something familiar but do it “wrong”. Wrong is great, we should do it more. All this sound everywhere around us and in our minds feels sometimes like noise. There is so much of everything. But when a piece of sound finds a place, something beautiful happens. It transforms from noise to music. It finds a home. The home lies in the ears of the observer, who actually listens. Maybe even likes. Or appreciates. Or loves. Or maybe he dislikes but perhaps knows someone who might like.
We do this every day. We transform noise into music. Ears of the observer, your ears. You can decide what is music to you. You can decide the value music has to you. Sometimes we encounter things and sounds which capture us in a way we can’t explain. It’s the magical moment when sound finds home. We all know how it feels. It’s this sensation that keeps some of us searching for new music through our lives. It’s beautiful, a birth of something new. A birth of a new relationship, between you and the music. The song was made for you and you were made for the song.
I have come across many pieces of music in my life that made me feel like this. But I have also encountered something bigger to me: the sensation of making music. I was young and it eventually became the way I defined myself. My self image is built through it. I started small, with a computer and a simple program, but later it grew and I started learning instruments and playing with other people. And after a while I came back to the computer. With a little more complex programs in it than before. And again, I found my home.
I make these tracks that are beautiful music to me. But to world and to you it is noise. Until you hear them and observe them. You decide for yourself.
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