Blue Stories

My parents offered me to change school when I was 7 to go to a music school. My mom went to that same school at a young age and learnt music there. I accepted, more because my mom thought this was good for me than because I wanted to. I was not someone with difficulties making new friends anyway.

I took piano and drums private classes for ten years there, sang in churches and festivals and discovered music through classical and contemporary songs.

Then, I played drums and sang in a high school boyband, did the annual school show every year playing guitar, piano, or drums, depending on what the organizers needed. I learnt how to play guitar with my father and uncle at home since I was the only one in my father's family to not know how to play. I started writing songs alone at 15.

I've always been a guy with many friends, invited to all parties, that had interest from girls and a lot of self-confidence. I rode this self-confidence all high school long having relationships with a few girls, I was never alone. Until I got heartbroken at 17.

I then started to work on music more seriously. The heartbreak lasted for a year and the relationship being on and off, I felt a lot of different emotions, all related to that same girl during this time. When I started producing music, it kind of was to prove her that I was the best and to prove myself that I was able to create beautiful things that could make my name grow as big as the Paul Mccartneys and the Ed Sheerans of this world.

After a year of being heartbroken, I met new girls and went through multiple short relationships, but I never fell in love again. I now feel like I’m in love with music. A constant thinking of what I could create or what I would be if I wasn’t spending time with people stops me from loving it.

I have been listening to music constantly during my life, tried to do millions of covers and adaptations of songs. Year after year, I started analyzing music more and more.

Few months ago, we learnt that my father was sick and he is now not far away from dying. As a teenager, he always dreamed big with music and wrote a few songs that he played to me when I was young. I see in his eyes when I talk about my music that his dream would be that I accomplish mine and that all he wants is for me to be happy. My parents have always been behind me in every little thing I did and they know making music is what makes me happy.

I now write songs hoping one day I’ll be the best at it.