I Never Quit Music. I Quit The Room.

A musician friend came to meet me.

He said people ask about me. That they want more music. That I should get back.

Here’s what I told him.

I never wanted to get into film music. The dream was: make music that brings me joy. If someone rewards that along the way, great. But I didn’t sign up to be bent and folded into someone else’s version of my sound.

I understood the machine.

Deadlines. Budgets. Revisions. Fine.

What I didn’t sign up for was the other thing. The moment when everyone in the room decides they’re also a musician.

Directors. Producers. Editors. Decision makers. And then the ones below them who think proximity to the project gives them a vote. It doesn’t. But they show up anyway.

And suddenly the music isn’t about the music anymore. It’s about everyone’s fear wearing the costume of an opinion.

That’s when I stopped. 

Not in music. In that arrangement.

No announcement going in. No announcement going out.

I still make music. With AI. Without AI. From random thoughts, objects, words. I think in rhythms. These words right here have a beat running underneath them. That’s just how my head works.

Almost 50 films. Good, bad, great, ugly. All documented. All there on spotify , youtube to be heard. That’s not going anywhere.

But I’m not adding to it. Unless something extraordinary shows up. That bar is very high now. I’ve done everything I wanted to do in that space.

What I’m protecting now is the joy of making music without anyone else’s voice in my head. No notes. No opinions. No one else’s value attached to what comes out.

That’s the only deal I want.