01010111 wrote: Listening to your own recordings always feels a little self fellatiatory. .
As a friend from high school used to like to paraphrase, one out of every ten of us can self-fellate. It seems there are about ten of us in this discussion. Which one of us is it?

I kid, I kid.
But seriously, some awesome reading through this read, appreciate all of the perspectives of folks' creative journeys because I can relate to just about all of them.
I started making music because I loved it, and loved being in bands, the comradery, the collaboration, playing for people. Fart jokes with instruments. And then, at some point, the experiments began, the tape recorder never turned off and here I am many many many many many years later with thousands (tens of thousands?) of hours of recordings. I love it, I can't imagine living life any differently.
It was not until a couple years ago that I started releasing stuff and now I am addicted. It's a way of saying bon voyage, goodbye, and letting go. It is cathartic, actually. Wished I had started doing it 25 years earlier but whatever, no regrets. a journey is what it is.
And it's definitely not about the attention because in 2021, no one gives a shit. There is SO much music being generated out there, why would they? And I am stoked by that, because I get to do whatever the fuck I want, and that feels good. A bit like if I wanted to be a nudist and I bought a hundred acres. I have a mini studio and I owe nothing to anyone but myself.
Except of course that if everyone had this amount of electronic crap, we'd need like a 100 earths to sustain us but hey, cognitive dissonance, it WORKS!
