My question to you is simple Why the f*ck are you doing this? So many hours alone, away from friends, family, life? I don’t know about you, but let me share WHY I make my music. Firstly because it’s fun And it really is When those first few elements start to gel The drums have just the right amount of thud and click, and the whole becomes greater than the sum of it’s parts... And the groove that emerges creates the images in my head of people dancing And I have to turn the monitors up LOUD… as loud as I can get away with… Fuckkkkk… some of the best fun to be had with your clothes on - isn't it? 😁 Secondly I’m proving to myself that I can. Thirdly, I'm showing myself, that I do have something to say And finally, what I have to say has some value I’ll be honest my internal critic can be a vicious little bastard, and he’ll whisper all sorts of shit in my ear about My age My relevance My remoteness from a major city My lack of… well, pretty much anything and everything So yes alongside the fun, I am looking for validation. I could pretend I’m some zen high wizard sat cross legged atop a mountain… That my breath and the scent of the flowers alone is all the validation i need, but I’m not there yet I like it when my music is played. When people reach out to me on instagram, whatsapp or email and say: “I love away away away” (track from a recent release on SUPERUNKNOWN) “your music really hits the spot for me” Or like when last week I randomly got tagged by Godfather of House Mr Fingers, Who it turns out is a fan… W.. T… absolute F? And he’s been playing my music, my songs, with me singing on them 👀 👀 👀 💥 💥 💥 Those little plops of goodness The droplets of appreciation Are enough to quiet the inner bastard down a bit. And let me get on with having fun and creating the art. Like Seth Godin says: “This game is infinite. And the aim is to keep on playing” What I’ve found out is this… The love that comes back is directly related to how much I put myself out there, how much I put my work, my art out there.