patience vs procrastination

I never really worked a regular job,

though I’ve had plenty of side gigs just to get by.

I worked in a metal factory,

as a bike messenger,

in retail,

and whatever else came my way.

It never lasted long,

but each one taught me something.

But one thing never changed.

Whenever I felt overwhelmed, anxious,

angry, lost, or tired,

the first thing I did was pick up a guitar and play.

And write.

It’s always been more than an escape.

It’s been a home.

The challenge has always been

to know what to share,

and how.

Because there’s no right answer.

You can’t know what people will connect with.

Sometimes a throwaway line hits deeper

than the one I spent days perfecting.

The only thing I try to stay true to,

even though I haven’t many times,

is intuition and taste.

Every time I silence that voice

and let the noise take over,

I look back and realize

I knew it all along.

So this is me reminding you, and more so myself,

to trust our instincts.

To stop rushing every quiet moment.

Not everything is fear.

Not everything is urgent.

Sometimes patience isn’t procrastination.

It’s trust.

songs vs. albums

Some may say an album is just a collection of songs. I disagree. It’s a house, and I’m currently building one.

I released my last album, the world is still beautiful (2023), and after that, I decided to focus on songs and to not make another album. My reasoning: an album is a ton of work, a lot of costs. It takes time and energy to write, record, and make it fit together. And as an independent artist, I couldn't tell if anyone will listen, care or resonate with the music. So it does feel like a big risk.

Yet, at the end of last year, I still decided to make an album. Because it’s fun. Because it’s like building a house. Each song is a room. One is a sparse, light-filled space by a fireplace. Another is a living room with loved ones around. Maybe there’s a private getaway that feels almost too personal to share. A balcony for a late-night drink, a cigarette, and long conversation. A bedroom filled with desire and passion.

And yes, there’s trash laying around, chaos, and whatever else fits in the description of life. You live in these rooms, write about them, explore them, and then present them as part of a bigger space.

I had a plan for this album, but it revealed itself differently. Sometimes, you just have to let it be and play. This way I discovered new corners, like an old photo framed on a wall, a note tucked under the bed, a brief memory of a time long forgotten. I ended up with a space that feels familiar yet scary. Beautiful and messy. Just like life itself.

Finishing is the hardest part. The thrill of new ideas fades, and the temptation to clean the floors, throw out the trash, hide the notebook under the bed, grows. But sometimes that mess is exactly what makes it real.

Sometimes, art isn’t about giving answers or even asking questions. It’s just a place to go, where its meaning reveals itself differently to everyone who enters.

Art needs no introduction. No explanation. Just a place to be.

play. play. play.

music is play.

there ain’t no right. there ain’t no wrong.

i forgot that.

been making it for so long,

always trying to get better,

i forgot.

music is play.

so i’m here, playing.

some ideas will resonate with you.

some ideas will resonate with me.

hopefully, some with both.

but in the end,

it’s just play.

and i fuckin’ love it.

there is always another idea

I picked up the guitar when I was around ten years old. After learning my first few chords, I wrote my first song. From the very beginning, I was more drawn to creating something new than replaying someone else’s work.

A few years ago, I dove into a lot of songwriting sessions with other artists and producers. It was fun, but looking back, I see what held me back. I was clinging to ideas. I didn’t want to waste a lyric, a sound, a riff.

Now, especially as I’m working on my new album, I’ve realized something different. there will always be a next idea. Another riff, another line. It’s not that creating more empties you out. It’s the opposite. The more you create, the more ideas come to you. The more open you walk through life, the more sparks you’ll notice.

And I think that’s true for more than just music. Take love. If you love more, you don’t run out of it. It multiplies. For people, for nature, for life.

freedom isn‘t escape. it’s surrender

written on an early morning in barcelona, after my second coffee and a head full of plans.

I was always drawn to control. I wanted to control how people perceive me. how I wanted to be seen. not boxed in. not trapped in that self-made prison we all fall into from time to time. built from beliefs, doubts, and the stories we keep telling ourselves, whether they’re true or not.

the quiet temptation of a free life.

one thing I’ve seen and learned to live with are my strong contradictions. life isn’t a straight line toward growth or being better than yesterday. it’s a big playground you get to discover and live in. sometimes it’s dirty and dark, sometimes playful and clear. and in the next moment everything can be different.

in the end freedom shouldn’t be an escape. not a place or a state to reach, but surrender. surrender to life, to the unpredictability of it all, and to oneself. I feel that’s the only way you can truly be free in a non-destructive way. a place of healing, of love, of beautiful existence.

whatever that means.