RCK

Real talk: nobody tells you that making music means spending three hours arguing with your engineer about a snare drum sound. The actual creation is maybe twenty percent of it. The rest is just problem solving and accepting that your vision will never sound exactly like it does in your head.

Everyone talks about "finding your sound" like it's some mystical thing. Really it's just making the same mistake 500 times until you accidentally do something cool. Then you do that thing for three years straight.

Everybody wants to talk about your sound until you won't compromise it. Then suddenly you're difficult. Make what you believe in. The rest figures itself out or it doesn't. Either way you can actually listen to your own music.

Yeah so apparently having a good sound ain't enough anymore. Now you gotta be a businessman, therapist, accountant, and content creator all before breakfast. The music part is just like a side hobby at this point.

Every rapper ever: "I made this beat in my basement for three dollars." Meanwhile they're using the same drum kit as everyone else. Nothing wrong with that, just funny how the origin story always gotta be legendary. We all started somewhere basic.

Spent three hours today trying to figure out why a snare drum sound I made last week suddenly sounds different today. Turns out my monitor speakers had dust on them. The music industry would have you believe there's some secret to this. There isn't. Just dust.

You know what's wild? Spending eight hours on a beat just to have someone say "can you make it sound more like that other guy." Yeah bro, let me just become a different artist real quick.

everybody wants to talk about "the vision" until you're actually broke living it. then suddenly everybody's got day jobs and side hustles. funny how that works.

Funny enough, the hardest part of being an artist isn't making the music. It's explaining to your family why you can't come to dinner because you're "working" while sitting in your room alone with headphones on.

People really think you wake up one day and decide to be an artist like you're picking a cereal at the grocery store. Nobody mentions the years of nobody caring, the money you spend on yourself, or how many times you question if any of this matters. But here we are anyway.