The Career So Far
By: Luci Writes
Tags: Career, Djing, Executive Producing, Divorce, Music Production

My career in music started with me being an executive producer, isn’t that fancy? Except that in my Universe, that meant being the guy that paid for everything while three band members enjoyed themselves not rendering the output that should have been in a contract, come to think of it.

The first wife didn’t know but eight months later we’d be divorced, counting from early February when I was convinced to let her brother live in our place and with her make an album. 12 songs in 10 months was the unwritten deal.

They had talent, both of them. And looks, and — then — the youth. They could seriously be a well-known brother/sister folk rock duo, and it showed. I was reluctant to take the deal since I was going to be the guy going to the office and making the money to buy electric basses for the studio, but on the first couple weeks they came up with at least three seriously good hits, likely hits, some of my music industry friends agreed.

However their resolve was no match for a high taste for weed and this new thing that just came out, Facebook. The afternoons became not much about music but about laughing at memes and commenting over comments.

My own brother at a certain point came back from exploring the Atlantic and well-can-I-join-the-band sure of course why not another grown ass person to supply for? Executive producer. Fancy.

But obviously the situation was untenable. I ended up quitting everything: my house, the self-titled role, the marriage, the friendships. Nothing was ever the same again, because I took my Self and left. They were the ones who had to paint over the living room wall we had painted on some high times afternoon.

About a year later, I was mulling. “Dammit, so much money” and “I bet if I learned how to make music, EVEN I could make an album in a year”.

So I did. :)

My first album. 10 songs, 12 months. Out of spite. Noobilicious.

Transition.

It coincided with a second marriage, so again: new home, new spouse, new hobby… and success! A record label deal, another album in a year, then learning how to deejay and playing in Thailand…

Detransition.

Despite working from home from the very first few weeks of the pandemic and everything theoretically at least settling down, I still was forced to move. I counted: in 38 years of life on Earth I moved houses 42 times. It’s a lot.

The new place, as it usually is, better than the last. Airbnb was a lifesaver for someone who in their country is in a list where you’re apparently no good to rent a place. But wait! Well, look at this. Pay and live? My oh my, what a handy website. Treated as a guest, also.

Transition.

Making music again came from deejaying again which came from I gotta drop this security college that I just got into because if all I have to do is to work for the man and do college work for the future man and exams and grades and horribly written college essays and on top of that I don’t get to leave the house surely I’ll be mad. By that I mean ‘more’.

So my fifth attempt at college was immediately dropped and I dusted off ye ol’ DJ table. Some fun nights ensued, streaming for zero people. Another twenty-twenty thing I can say I did, Twitching.

If a stream starts online and nobody is there to watch is, is it “Live”?

Detransition.

Just deejaying gets old because you become inspired by new music and you want to have a jab at it. Haven’t finished a song since tweny’sixteen and that stupidly got in the way for a while but not enough. I broke through. I gave myself a push and dusted off the Push.

Coming back to making new music with some extra cash on hand is easy because you can cheer yourself up with some new sounds, either samples or plugins. That works so well you can be lost in it, and end up not making any songs, just collecting purchases; got to go easy.

Seven years total, more than 72 songs produced, some shows under my belt — and skirt — some successful nights, several hard working afternoons, about forty two dollars in profit total and my career is where it’s at: a new moment, with new momentum.

I’m in love again — I’m working from home again — I’m making music and playing the piano again — and I’m a happy guy again, detransitioned. Back on track, head on his shoulders, having “learned my lessons”, with quotes from the loved one, who doesn’t believe we can.

Maybe we can’t, but we don’t have to. Maybe learning is less important than changing, guiding your Self to where in life is nice there.

Transition.

Fade to new.