I make tracks. When I am done making a track, I listen to it on repeat. When I’ve had enough listening I make another. Rinse and repeat.
Most of these tracks that I make for myself never make it on to albums, or 12”s, or digital releases, or have any real pubic access, yet they have a lot of meaning to me, and are capable of providing hours (or at least a few minutes) of listening pleasure.
I love creating sounds and music, and it is what keeps me going day-to-day. Creating music with machines is a salve for my soul. It sounds dramatic, but it’s true. If I stop making music for any long stretch of time I start to get really depressed and irritable. I have to make music in order to feel good. It is like air, or food, or some strange psycho-sound dopamine-creating reaction thing.