The Music Room
I wasn't supposed to pursue music: I never had the gift to play it particularly well—only a discernment of what constituted good music. I should have remained a listener and been content with that.
Nonetheless, I bought my first decent guitar at 17 after entering a music store in a shopping mall one day and feeling a pull toward a particular guitar on the wall. I came back a few times and finally put it on lay-away plan.
Over the decades, I picked up fragments of other instruments—enough to compose, arrange, and produce my own music. Not with the precision of a virtuoso, but with the ear of someone who listens deeply.
Through trial and instinct, I created and produced 95 songs over a little more than a decade, each one teaching me something. I was well on my way to having put in my ten thousand hours by that point. Then came the 96th—the moment when something clicked.
When in the Course of Human Events
A 20:37-long progressive rock piece.
I never claimed it was great.
It just was the one song I was not embarrassed to share.
Not just a song, but a landscape. Built to be explored, not consumed.
A self-taught journey in composition
Music, for me, was never about mastering scales or following blueprints. It was about chasing ideas and giving them a form that was uniquely mine.
It’s not about perfection. It’s about what might resonate.
Feel free to listen to it and draw your own conclusions.