But I wore my best kandi...

We humans are contradictory messes sometimes. For instance, I've felt like a grocery store saint lately with all my grain fed egg purchases and organic banana buys. I've been spreading the message of healthy eating by sharing my new hand-crafted kale chips and refusing to buy that piece of salmon in the grocery store that’s “from the farm.” But I’m the first person on a Friday night that will go in on a plate of nachos and you had better believe all my drinks are doubled up with the poisonous venom that is alcohol. It’s appears I’m always willing to toss away any semblance of a healthy value I might hold in the face of a double caeser and a late-night patio snack.

And we do these kinds of things all the time. After I crawled into my house, emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted from the four intensive days we just called Boonstock, I swore not only to myself, but to my friends and mother that I was to live a life underground for the next few weeks, all in the hopes of recovering my voice, health and mental stability. But here I find myself just a week after said event, planning for my weekend road trip to Calgary, which will follow my Friday night dance-a-thon.  All talk, all the time.

Where I find the contradiction so blatant, the disparity between our actions and words so great, is at our beloved music festivals. Amongst the beautiful night skies, the riverside beaches and perfectly constructed stages. Under the powerful flashes of light and color we see during performance-ending fireworks, you will find us… lazy “wanna-be” hippies, tossing our water bottles and sandwich wrappers to the ground like ill-mannered children. 

You see, festival season in theory is amazing. Beautifully planned events, all over the world, where fellow music lovers can come together to soak up the sunshine and sound. It’s understood that everyone you meet is potentially a new life-long friend. The instant connection you can feel with another person, in a certain moment during a certain set is actually astonishing. The shared love of music brings people together and when we've all bested our own set of circumstances to arrive in that special place, the feeling of instant gratification is often indescribable.

Girls wear their intricately designed headbands, custom made with flowers and gems. The 13 trips that were made to Michaels Craft Store now all seem worth it, as they pose for the hundreds of pictures being snapped throughout the weekend. We feel free and beautiful, uninhibited and happy.  Together we preach values of friendship and love, peace and respect. We've all come together to enjoy this moment as friends.

But the contradiction is glaring. I first noticed it in a picture my friend took at EDC Las Vegas a few weekends ago. It was of a friend and I as the sun came up, early that Sunday morning. There, directly in the center of the shot, were two beautiful souls enjoying an embrace, soaking up that special moment in time. If you look at our faces, our smiles are so heartfelt and so genuine it’s almost impossible not to smile too, just by looking at them. But unfortunately, it wasn't our smiles you were left to look at. It was the mounds of litter and the graveyard of plastic water bottles that caught the eye. 

How funny it must be to those of an earlier generation (those who began the tradition of musical festivals that we now enjoy) to see such a blatant disregard for the earth. You see, those before our time still met under the same sky, dressed in their flowers and their beads, all in the same hopes; to enjoy a moment of music together. But their actions headed the advice of their words and their values were not just seen, but felt. You see, it takes more than a flower headband and your best kandi to be a hippie. Your fuzzy boots and t-shirt monogrammed with the words ‘peace’ and ‘love’ don’t make you an old, earth loving soul. We so often look the part, and yet act so much different.   

There’s already a lot of garbage surrounding the events we’re attending this summer: the 1000 Dasani water bottles you’ll probably have bought by the time September rolls around, the $15 taco you had to buy at Shambhala (because all the ice melted in your cooler and now your salad is swimming in a pool of dirty water) and all the shuttle passes, cab fares and bus tickets you’ll eventually end up purchasing just to get you to that $300-a-ticket dance floor. 

Times have changed. There was a time where music festivals were once Woodstock’s; events that preached messages of anti-violence and peace. Where events didn't cost you your entire winters savings and where outfits didn't take three months to prepare. Festivals that didn't charge you $10 for a sandwich and allowed for areas to dance where YOLO-swag wearing bro’s weren't fist pumping around your head. There’s already enough change and enough garbage surrounding the festivals of our day. Why then, are we all contributing to it?

I’m assuming all of us want to make an impact on the world, in some way or another. Let us then make a large impact in the lives of the people we find around us, not on the earth we’re using as our festival grounds. Let the impact we leave be felt in the hearts of our families, friends, and the new people we meet this summer. And let the impact we leave at the Salmo River Ranch or the Las Vegas Speedway be minuscule, at best. It’s sad that a picture with my beautiful friend does not illustrate the love felt in that moment, but instead a disgusting street of littered water bottles and thrown away trash.

I’ll be the first one to admit that when I’m having a musical moment and in desperate need of both my arms to flail, I’ll toss away my empty glass, forgetting about it the second it leaves my hands. But I no longer want to be that “wanna-be” hippie, my mouth full of preachy values while my hands clearly disregard my surroundings. It’s something I never really thought about before and even as I shuffled through the garbage left ridden across the raceways at EDC, it never occurred to me that my four personal water bottles helped contribute to that mess.

We can all dress like dirty, homeless hobos at Shambhala and most of us did dress like flower-loving, peace-preaching hippies at EDC, but really in the end, that’s just a costume. The real hippies will find a garbage can. The real lovers will walk the ten feet to throw away their trash in a bin, not on the floor. 

C'mon people, we're better than this.

I went to 186 festivals this summer and all I acquired was major debt and this sun burn...

If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say 99.9% of the stuff I’m throwing up online is positive. This post however will be the caveat to that calculation and probably one of the only times I’ll allow myself to rant on the internet. 

That being said, is it just me or has life as we know it turned into one giant popularity contest with the amount of shows, festivals and concerts attended being the direct indicator of how “cool” you are. 

It’s a god damn popularity contest out there for bragging rights and Facebook likes and frankly, it’s fucking lame. There’s a new festival every other weekend, each one trying to outdo the next with its own version of a “stacked line-up.” And as much as this has become almost impossible to keep up with, I don’t even think that’s the major problem … I've always been the biggest supporter of shows and have felt very blessed to live in a city that provides me with the opportunity to see some of my favorite talents, night after night.

If promoters want to keep announcing shows, festivals and played-out production events than all the power to them. The problem, in my opinion, is US the fans. 

It’s the endless countdowns on Facebook, reminding your friends, families and devout followers that yes, you are going to Ultra, Coachella, Shambhala and the like. Let’s be honest here, we’ve all heard of day timers and calendars and we all know the reason why you've thrown up 25 “countdown” status’s reminding us of how awesome your summer is going to be. Your ego boost online has NOT gone unnoticed.

Or what about the people that have chosen their three festivals for the summer and then spend the rest of their time degrading and calling down the other shows that didn't make the cut. Nothing pisses me off more than people blowing up my online universe hating on other peoples events. Hey you know what, you chose EDC and I chose Shambhala? Big fucking deal. You enjoy your event and I'll enjoy mine and the only reason I can think of why someone would want to knock a festival they decided against is insecurity in their own decisions.

And for anyone that would address this by saying that I’m just jealous of their festival punch card…well that’s just laughable. I've done Coachella, I did EDC before most of my friends even knew what the hell it was and I've been to Ibiza, the island where dance music finds its home. I’ll probably head to COG this summer, maybe Badlands and you better believe I’ll be at Shambhala. I’m not jealous. I just think at some point, someone needs to address the fact that festival prices continue to sky rocket as the masses keep dishing out the cash and I’m starting to think it’s not about the music (because even the good stuff its getting scarcer) and it’s not about the intimate experience you have with the culture, it’s about throwing a few pics on Facebook and letting the world know how cool your life is. 

I think its important you remember a few things before this season unfolds, things I've had to remind myself of as well. 

Firstly, just enjoy your summer; enjoy the beautiful music, the sunshine, the camaraderie with friends and have yourself an experience you won't ever forget. Just remember to allow everyone the right to enjoy their summer the way they want too. Comparing festivals and judging levels of “good times” is counteractive and ultimately futile.

Second and MOST IMPORTANTLY, remember that all the money you’re spending on these experiences is going to a very select and greedy few. Its become impossible to keep up with each new "festival" that has emerged (and I use the term loosely because three headliners over two evenings with a hot dog tent and a wristband now seems to constitute a festival). Even as I write this, presale tickets for Chasing Summer, a festival I didn't even know existed, just came and went and as per usual, prices to attend have raised since this morning. Just know that if you miss this one, it'll be there next year, even bigger and even more expensive than before and with so many producers, DJ's and promoters competing for you, the fans top dollars, you'll have another chance to see the same artists within the month.

In the end, its just a competition for your money and they know you'll spend your entire summer racing around trying to hit every last festival because…. well, “everyone’s going” and that little attending check mark just looks so damn good on your Facebook wall. 

Lastly, I think before any of us buy any more event tickets we should stop and remember what the measures are that we use to evaluate a good time. Is it hearing Clarity from the parking lot, because you've been standing in a line-up for three hours, still just waiting to get in the gates? Is it 16$ water bottles and 250 dollar-a-night hotel room stays? Or is it a moment of music with good friends and a positive atmosphere? We ALL need to take a time out and establish where our priorities lie before racing online to buy that next ticket.

The amount of events out there to choose from will only continue to grow. We as fans need to stop and reevaluate. 

giving thanks

Today I decided to sit down and take a moment to remember some of things I am thankful for.

I am thankful for my friend Lauren Gagatek. When I moved to Kamloops, I left my Edmonton music family behind. We are so blessed in Edmonton to have talent come through our city as regularly as it does and it pains me that so many of us take it for granted. When I see people complaining about there being an “over abundance” of shows to attend I shake my head in disbelief. I would rather have the option of a thousand different events at a thousand different venues than have no options at all. When I left Edmonton behind, I left that blessing behind as well.

Discovering that a classmate shared the same love for trance music that I did will go down as one of my favorite moments in the loops. Meeting Lauren and forming what I hope to be a life-long friendship stands distinctly in my heart as one of the first times I felt at home and happy in Kamloops.   

Whether it was sharing music in class or just talking about trance, she has made my heart smile on a regular basis. She has a beautiful ear for beautiful music and it all matches her beautiful heart. I couldn’t believe Lauren had never been to a rave before and was astounded that such a committed fan had never had the opportunity to dance to the music that she so passionately loved. When I heard Above & Beyond were playing in Vancouver, I knew she had to go and I had to go with her.

That night was one of the best nights of my year and to be able to share Lauren’s first group therapy experience was a moment I can’t even begin to describe with words.

I just needed her to know how thankful I am for her friendship and I hope for the rest of my days I never stop sharing music with her. She IS my trance family here in the ‘loops.

I am thankful for my new work shoes. Yes, you heard me right. I’ve been living a life of simple pleasures over the last nine months. I haven’t been able to spend a lot of money on myself and at times that has left me feeling deflated. It’s hard to work so hard and so often and not be able to spend the fruits of that labor on yourself directly. As that stands, I found it rather ironic that for awhile I couldn’t even afford to buy myself new shoes to wear to my job.

The soles were completely devastated and the insides felt like sandpaper on my feet. At the end of their sad and weathered existence, my shoes were nothing left but tattered pieces of suede and cardboard. At one point, my toe was even seen peeking out the front.

Having new shoes to wear to work has made my life just that much better. My feet are happier, making me happier and this ultimately makes those around me happier too. We can be grateful for all the big things in our lives, but it’s important to remember the small things as well, like your shoes.

I’m thankful for my friend Megan because in 5 days she’s getting in her car and driving ten hours to come pick me up and bring me home. To have a friend that selfless is beyond a blessing.

I am thankful for the girl that’s been sharing my morning commute with me for the last 9 months. Every day she gets on the bus and every day she makes me smile. She is the culmination of a thousand different, yet equally awesome elements. Her tie die t-shirt and lime green back pack are great. Her “I Love Reptiles” button and frog patch on her jacket are great too. But the best part about her is that every day when she gets on my bus she is grinning from ear to ear.  Although she might never know it, she has made my mornings brighter by simply smiling.

I’m thankful for music because every day with melody is a day worth living.

I am thankful for my friends and my family. I have the best people in my life and they should know it.

I am thankful for the mountains. Although sometimes they look like oversized hills here in Kamloops, I am going to sincerely miss the beautiful landscape that lies just outside my bedroom window. They are big, they are bad and they are beautiful.

There were days that, as I made my way to class, the sun teasingly peaked out behind those glorious rocks and I was left feeling instant contentment. I was blessed to live amongst such majestic creations and experience the daily reminder of how beautiful our planet is.

I am thankful, gracious and blessed. Whether it’s my new work kicks, beautiful tunes inside my ears, the stranger on the bus whose smile illuminates my mornings or the scenery that makes up my day-to-day, I am 100% thankful for it all.

Life’s short. We can spend most of it wishing we had a better phone, a sweeter car, a nicer house and better friends. Or we can take a second and be grateful for the big and small things in our lives that we already have. There is something to be said for meditating on the positive in your universe.

Thank you to all the people in my universe that make life good. You’re all a bunch of beauties. 

the radio ruins everything and UMF is just another circus

About 6 months ago I discovered a track that, after just a few seconds of listening, I believed to be pure gold. And as it usually goes when you find something new that you’re totally into, you overdo it. This tune was the first thing I was listening to on my morning commute. I’d make sure I got in at least a few listens during the course of my day and you better believe that before I capped off my night I was getting a final play in, just for good measure. This track was something else - bangin’, beginning to end.

I’m not ashamed to admit that occasionally, when I’m groovin’ in class or cruising the bus to school, I like to close my eyes and imagine myself as the DJ. There I am, dropping massive track after massive track, all to crowds of adoring fans. The place always goes fucking nuts when I’m the DJ…pardon my language. So, fittingly, I dropped this track in dozens of mental sets, inciting mass pandemonium in all my imaginary audiences.

It was everything you want in a song; it had that big room sound, that sick first drop that makes your jaw hit the floor and the energy to keep you dancing over and over and over again. It was my tune of the week, every week, for months.

I’m an instant gratification kind of lady and as such, I tend to ruin a lot of great things really fast, simply because I've got to have it all the time. My biggest weakness is of course music, and after I find a hidden treasure that makes me instantaneously obsess, it’s almost guaranteed I’ll have played it out by the end of next week. I just can’t help myself sometimes. At the gym, in the shower or on the road I can guarantee you this choon was rocking my world on the daily.

All good things come to an end though, and after a few weeks of incessantly rattling my brains with my new favorite track, its grandeur eventually wore off. I shuffled it into the far reaches of my musical library, a place where all my instant favorites eventually get put to rest after a time in the spotlight. I didn't hear that catchy melody for months.

And then something terrible happened. This tune, this sacred little gem of mine that made me electric slide across the kitchen floor and fist pump mid-suds in the shower was now no longer mine alone. This beautiful little nugget of bass, with its delicious melody and catchy progression had found its way into the mainstream. There it was, for everyone to hear, for everyone to judge. It was playing on the radio.

I’m not going to lie, it took me a moment to figure it out. Get in the car, buckle up, flip the volume up, groove away. I’m thinking to myself “wow Kamloops, good pick, I can get behind this song.” And then mid shoulder-swagger I realize it’s my long lost love - the beauty I’d been jamming to just months before.

How could it be that the number 1 tune on Kassie’s dance charts was now a feature on the radio? The star of my solo rave parties and the biggest track in my imaginary DJ sets was now just a simple, 4 minute sound clip on your local radio station?

I was really disturbed that something I thought was so good, so creative in sound and magnificently -- in my opinion – produced could be casually thrown on the radio, just like that, for every Joe blow and their dog to hear. My reaction surprised me a lot actually and it got me thinking about music in terms of ownership. How we feel about music as it relates to possession. More specifically, how we feel about our music in the ears of others.

You see, just as I’m the kind of listener that has to instantaneously gratify after hearing something  I love, I’m also the kind of listener that has to share when I hear something good too. I’ll be playing something new on my iPod mid run at the gym, only to hear something so absolutely remarkable that there is no other option but to stop and immediately tell someone about it. It doesn't matter: I could be 5 kilometers deep, mid stride with sweat beading down my face and I have to text someone and tell them what I just heard.

I’m the person blowing up your timeline and posting on your walls all the sounds that get me going on the daily. It’s like I've got musical turrets or something; must, share, new, song, with, friends. And just as a track can get my heart racing and blood rushing, sharing that track and seeing it move someone else can have an almost identical effect. When I post a song and someone who I never thought would ever press play messages me and says “woh this song is good” – there’s no better feeling. For me, it mirrors how I feel when I’m spinning my imaginary sets for the masses; complete euphoria.

So then why is it when I hear a song that I loved for weeks play on the radio, I cringe? Is it because the radio sucks? It is because just before my little treasure was played, some half-assed top 40 song (which now is just really, really bad “EDM”) was premiered, subsequently followed by Taylor Swift’s latest relationship woes in the form of a single? Do I cringe because it’s now been put in the same category as Nicky Minaj and One Direction?

The same feeling I got hearing my golden song on the radio is the same feeling I got all weekend watching the crowd at Ultra, via the live feed on YouTube. 18, 19 and 20-somethings in their flashy neon t-shirts reminding everyone that You Only Live Once. Pre-teens all-but exposed in their furry boots and Deadmau5 ears and GTL’ing Jersey Boys waiting for a cake slap from the number one clown himself, Steve Aoki. It was sad, really. Lil’ Jon’s yelling “we want pussy”, Chuckie’s telling everyone to put their fucking hands up at least a dozen times and this saturated crowd of band-wagoners is loving every second of it. Is this what dance music has become?

I love this music, I love this culture and I love what at its very core, it represents. And I can get past all the “bros” and meatballs that show up at Ultra and act like idiots because I know for every 5 of them, there’s 1 beautiful soul whose entire life breathes dance music. What I suppose I have a harder time getting past is the music I love falling on the non-appreciative ears of some of these clowns and them not knowing the better.

Watching Armin’s set last night and hearing ‘Airport Shivers’ sent me on an emotional journey. I lost my breath, I had chills – I waited that whole set for that specific mash up and when it finally came, the feeling was unmatched. I then thought to myself, how many in that crowd recognized what just happened? How many people felt what I just felt? And how many in that crowd were recharging their glow sticks, waiting for the next "banger" to drop? What bothers me in the end, and it’s the same thing that bothers me about my favorite dance songs seeing radio play is that the majority of those hearing these songs don’t full appreciate their true power. So much awesome being lost on so many ignorant ears.

Maybe I’m being a music snob. Maybe I’m just jealous I’m not at Ultra doing my own personal version of the fist pump. But I really don’t think that’s it, because I’m all about sharing. I love spreading the love. I get giddy when I convert someone to trance. But there’s something that really bothers me about this saturation of the radio with dance music. Most of its garbage, but occasionally one of my picks will hit the air and I’m afraid that those who are listening wont be able to pick it out from the rest.

There’s a much larger issue at work here. One day, most likely in the near future, dance music as a global phenomenon will meet its eventual demise. It will be relegated back to the underground and maybe that’s for the best, I don’t know. I’m all about sharing, and the more people that love the music I love, the better. But I just don’t know if I want the person that’s raving beside me and loving my jams to be blowing on a whistle and working on his tan…you know what I’m saying?

SO, MUCH, MUSIC

So much music, so little time. This is a taste of what I've been listening to all week



      

      

      

a balance of self

I will admit, after last weekend's activity (Frequency: the pre, during, and post parties), seeing and spending time with so many loved ones and generally just enjoying the company of friends...coming back to Kamloops left me feeling rather melancholy.In the end, what goes up must eventually come down. So, as I soared off the mountainous peak of joy I had been residing on all last week, the valley I not-so-gracefully plummeted into was a little lower than I had expected.

I believe the universe and the world in which we live are built around balance. We know these things already; every action has a reaction, opposites attract, the karmic rule of retribution. We see it in complex chemistry. We see it in the smallest, simplest moments of our lives. The universe checks the scales of reason, steadying the weights of life to make sure both sides rest in a perfected equilibrium. 

So as life would have it, my moment on cloud nine came to an eventual end and I was left clasping the lowest rung of the emotional ladder. Fighting for positivity isn't easy when you've already decided the battle’s been lost.

But as is the case with most of the dark times in our lives, finding time for introspection can often lead us to some light. It’s been in the last few days that I realized how important it is to spend time on my own. It is the relationship we have with our self that ultimately stands the test of time. The bond and trust you have with your own soul will outlast any friendship you make or love you form.

I had forgotten what it was that made me tick, the pleasures in my life that are only special because I find them so. Knowing yourself and spending time in personal thought are integral to your souls well being, and as I spent time this past weekend focused on everything that was going on around me, I forgot to take a moment. I forgot to pause and remember what it is that I stand for. I truly believe some of the most passionate, confidant and courageous souls I've ever met were such beautiful humans because they were well established inside. Doubt has no place in a heart that truly loves its beholder. 

It's important to take time to romance yourself. Taking time to remember not only the things that are important to you, but why you are the person you are. There will always be those things we don’t like about ourselves. But you can’t ignore your flaws or your downfalls, or they will best you in every situation. If you know your strengths in character just as well as you know your weaknesses, you can find solace in the darkest of times. In the end, its really just about self-awareness. 

My personal universe has found balance again. I came from the bliss of friendship and music only to find myself feeling lonely and alone. When I realized it was because I had neglected the connection I have with my own soul and mind, I found myself on high ground once again. Stand up, dust off, foot forward. 

I've been thinking about this a lot lately and thought it would be nice to share. We’re all beauties in our own way, each with our own set of unique struggles and deficits that make us who we are. Never forget about what makes you the beauty you are though. I am blessed to have met so many great people in my 25 years, and I hope each one knows how great they are and how privileged I feel to have met them. Sometimes its a battle out there, but you're stronger than you know. 

dusting off the classics

I had been feeling a little musically ‘uninspired’ these past few weeks, the search for new music not turning up anything that immediately caught my ear. Some days are just like that, you know?

Some days you drink your coffee, you eat your breakfast and it’s great. You can feel the caffeine already making its way through the blood stream. Your eggs, your yogurt – whatever your breakfast of choice is, it tastes fantastic and its always enough to fill you up.

Simple tasks are demolished by your capable hands. The words NO, DEFEAT, LOSS – they don’t exist in in your vocabulary. Nope...some days you are simply a rock star and nothing can stand in you're way.

And then there’s those days where your coffee is just wrong. ALL wrong. It’s too dark or too weak and the milk curdles in it, in such a questionable way you check the date one more time, even though you know you’ve still got a week before it goes bad.

Your yogurt tastes the way the milk looks, your eggs blow, your cereal lasts just 3 minutes before it’s completely left its state of solidity, now transforming before your eyes into runny, liquid paper. Oh, and after battling to finish (simply because you lack all ambition to make something new), you’re left hungry and unsatisfied. You say to yourself..."Hey, at  least lunch is only 4 hours away."

The words –WRONG, ACCIDENT, TRY AGAIN – they’re smacking you in the face all day long and when you finally battle till the end, realizing that IF you were in fact a rock star, you would have done laundry two days ago and not worn the pants with the unidentifiable grey spot on the calf all day long.

I’ve found a simple caveat inbetween these two extremes, at least over the course of the past couple days. My breakfast doesn't suck, but it also doesn't taste great. I could eat, I could not eat – it could really go either way. I forgot to make coffee and I left my laundry in the washing machine (hey, at least it made it in there). And when I search for new music - a task that almost always leads to personal gratification – my vocabulary is now filled with words like SO-SO, WHATEVER, and the worst of them all, MEH.

And then I remembered something an old, but not forgotten friend once told me – “When you’re searching for inspiration, always go back to what you know. Go back to the basics.”

That’s what brought us here, after all. Sometimes staying on top of the parade of new music being produced is exhausting, and when 75% percent of it doesn't sound any different than what you've already heard before, the will to keep looking, to keep hunting for more, suddenly becomes lost. The same 6 podcasts, recycling the same 15 songs – as unfortunate as I’d like to admit, sometimes my favorite radio programs are like my soggy cereal.

So in keeping with that timeless advice, I've spent these past few days scouring the classics, searching the archives of my iTunes and re-pillaging if you will, the corners of the internet, all in the hopes of finding the musical inspiration my ears so desire.

And what had felt exhaustive only days before now feels renewed. With each new rediscovery I've felt excitement. There are just those songs that on the right occasion, leave you speechless.

You’ll be walking down the street, grabbing a coffee, or just reading the paper. You’ll be doing your thing, all the while listening to some music and all of a sudden a song will rise up, rise out from the rest and make itself known in your life. It’s as if as soon as they begin, they demand your attention. These kinds of songs don’t ask for respect, they require it. And the best part of these tunes, for ALL of us is that with each one come’s a beautiful memory.

I think I understand more than ever the importance of going back to your roots, of never forgetting where you came from. When we remind, renew, and relive the uplifting melodies that brought us where we are today, it’s like we nurture the original and perhaps most creative part of our self.

Take a moment to remember a song - the further back you go the better. A few years are alright, five is even better. If you can go back a decade and uncover a hidden gem, then you've really set yourself on a journey. 

Regardless of the number of years, when you've found that song, try and remember what it was like when you very first heard it. The collection of noises that someone brought together to make something unique and naturally profound, and for what feels like your ears alone. Relive those moments, whether plural or as one….inspiration is found here.

I don’t believe in a lot of things unseen, but I do believe in music, because it has made me see without my natural eyes.

When you find yourself in a state of apathy like I myself have recently struggled with, then perhaps you’re best solution is to go back in time and find the music that use to inspire you. More often than not, what once gave rise to a flame, will help ignite it again.