It makes my inner self, my soul speak up to the world, the power music. Without my morning playlist I would not be able to see the beauty of our brutal world in the same way as I do now. I could not go down to a record store when I feel down or listen to Tschaikowsky when I write poetry. I could not sing my heart out together with the Phantom of the Opera, cry together with Jevegeni Onegin. In fact not be interested in dancing without "Comptine d'un autre été: L'Aprés-Midi" from the soundtrack of the movie Amélie. I grew up listening to Donovan, Bruce Springsteen, Scott Mckenzie, The Smiths and The Beatles and during my teenage years I listened to the soothing sounds of Michael Jackson, Coldplay, Nightwish, t.A.t.U, Nirvana, Velvet Underground, Pink Floyd and The Runaways to name some. And in 2014 during a school trip to the UK I had a certain amount of money with me and I had two different ways to spend it : 1. Buy a record player and some vinyls. 2. Buy cute little souvenirs every single day, of course I chose the last alternative, worst choice I've ever made in my life.
And when I turned 7, I chose art school instead of singing lessons, it was a good choice but had I chosen differently would I now be able to sing my heart out on a big stage? I'm not sure because it's all inside my head and when a caraoke night is on its way I feel like a superstar. So I'm all self taught and the only thing I can say is that I've lived in the shadows for way too long and it was time to tell the world what music really means to me. So let's put it in this way: if the music had died like in the Don Mclean song only one shallow half of me would be able to exist. Actually this text could not exist without music.