I've always loved music. I got it from my dad. He used to play me songs from the likes of greats like Natalie Cole (and her dad!), and tell me to listen to certain parts of the song-- where the strings came in, where she sings this certain part, or what have you. I dabbled in piano as a kid, but my heart wasn't in it. As I got older, I enjoyed lots of music but I never made my own. I spent much of my twenties going to concerts and dancing at clubs in Boston. After that, life slowed down a bit, like it often does, but I always had favorite artists and albums that I was listening to.
Then the pandemic came, and my sister introduced me to Sofi Tukker's daily livestream. One thing led to another, and now I'm a 43-year-old elementary school teacher learning how to produce electronic music. As a teacher of young children I feel responsible for teaching them so much, not just core subjects, but how to love themselves; how to respect others and to appreciate the myriad of ways in which identity, sex, gender, race, culture, nationality, and religion can come together and be expressed in each amazing individual they meet; and how to fight for the rights of all. I also want them to know that in life, you never stop growing and changing. You never have to be stuck. So yeah, it's weird that their old nerdy teacher is trying to make house music, but isn't that one of the things that makes life so grand?
I have so much more to learn, but I am loving every second of it.