Music is a feeling
Music was my way out of the dark and into my own freedom. I still remember the first song that I would have on repeat to get me out of my head and ready to conquer the world: Get Free – Major Lazer (Andy C Remix). The lyrics are: “Look at me! I just can’t believe, what they’ve done to me. We could never get free. I just wanna dream!” Those lyrics, so simple, hit home for me. I remember just letting the music take over my mind and letting my body loosen up to the drum and bass kicks. When I calmed down I felt that music in my soul and I felt that energy I had been holding onto, release in a way that I cannot explain. I felt lighter and happier. It was then that I decided that I wanted to create that experience for someone else. I myself became a survivor in 2012, left with post-traumatic stress disorder which eventually developed into fibromyalgia after 6 years. I feel in my heart that music is a healing mechanism built to use in many ways.
It wasn’t just then though, that I had an urge to create music. I just never had been exposed to electronic music before then. When I was 3 years old, I recall a memory of dancing to Elvis on T.V. and telling my mom I wanted to be just like him. I only would eat peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwiches in protest, for which I thought that it would magically turn me into Elvis. When I was 13, I tried to start an all-girl punk band and I played the bass – badly. I thought if we were loud and angry enough, we could make it out of the basement - but life happened, and high-school. Somewhere along the way I got lost and also lost the urge to create. But it came back to me. True callings always do.