I have no clue what I’m doing or what’s going on. One minute, I’m in a remote village in Guinea, West Africa, sweating it out learning traditional percussion from a local legend. Next, I’m back in front of a computer, coding visuals for experimental electronic music or composing a 9-hour sleep meditation for 360-degree spatial audio because, sure, everyone has 16 speakers. It’s like my brain’s on a rollercoaster. So, what’s next? Basic hard techno? Hell yeah, let’s throw in a didgeridoo for good measure—why not?
I’ve been a weird little bastard growing up, grading piano accordion at seven while other kids were eating glue. I locked myself away for four years to nerd a 4.0 in music production, just because. Now I’m bouncing between projects, never sitting still, doing whatever feels right, no plan, no direction. No fans, no fucks given.
