‘Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains’ is a lyric from a rap song by Billy Woods that has stuck with me since I heard it.
The nature of my anxiety has always been such that I tend to get overwhelmed by options and by limitless choice. I find boundaries and limits comforting, having certain things taken out of my hands, certain choices pre-made for me.
The other day, I was at my computer and a glimmer of a thought wizzed by - the thought was ‘if the pain does go away, I will have to actually make music again’. I felt myself trying to suppress the thought the moment it reared its head.
I love music and love making it. It’s my biggest passion and how I want to spend my life. One of the biggest ways I am cruel to myself is in the amount of pressure I put on myself to be a ‘good’ musician, and to ‘succeed’ at music - whatever that means. I constantly compare myself to others, judge my music harshly, and demand that I constantly make more, no matter how much I am producing.
One of the biggest inner conflicts I have had with music is whether I am a ‘real’ musician. My process revolves around sampling and processing sounds in a daw, and as such I think I felt like a fraud because I couldn’t play an instrument. Lots of my idols make music this way, and don’t play instruments - yet the notion that they’re not real musicians would never cross my mind.
I believe it’s possible I have become so institutionalised to the pain that freedom from it scares me, as I will have to start delivering all of the things I demand of myself and fear I will crack under the pressure.
The nature of my anxiety has always been such that I tend to get overwhelmed by options and by limitless choice. I find boundaries and limits comforting, having certain things taken out of my hands, certain choices pre-made for me.
The other day, I was at my computer and a glimmer of a thought wizzed by - the thought was ‘if the pain does go away, I will have to actually make music again’. I felt myself trying to suppress the thought the moment it reared its head.
I love music and love making it. It’s my biggest passion and how I want to spend my life. One of the biggest ways I am cruel to myself is in the amount of pressure I put on myself to be a ‘good’ musician, and to ‘succeed’ at music - whatever that means. I constantly compare myself to others, judge my music harshly, and demand that I constantly make more, no matter how much I am producing.
One of the biggest inner conflicts I have had with music is whether I am a ‘real’ musician. My process revolves around sampling and processing sounds in a daw, and as such I think I felt like a fraud because I couldn’t play an instrument. Lots of my idols make music this way, and don’t play instruments - yet the notion that they’re not real musicians would never cross my mind.
I believe it’s possible I have become so institutionalised to the pain that freedom from it scares me, as I will have to start delivering all of the things I demand of myself and fear I will crack under the pressure.