Last week I worked full-time on music production, something I hadn’t done in years. I called it “Beat Week.”
I’m between novels, and with the next one still simmering in my subconscious, it felt like a good time to briefly switch up my creative focus. I decided to take a break from my client work as well, and told everyone I was going on vacation. A vacation to my music studio!
Before I fully committed to writing novels (around 2008), music production was my main creative activity. Making beats frequently took up the majority of my waking hours. My friends and I had a really good run in the late nineties and 2000’s promoting dance music events and releasing tracks on our label. Our videos played on MTV, we wrote music for commercials and videogames (including Dance Dance Revolution), and we toured around the US and Europe to DJ at dance clubs. But the best part for me was always making music with friends, or working alone in my studio, late at night with my headphones, bobbing my head in the dark.
That lifestyle came to a natural end, a combination of getting older, having a kid, our parties making less money, and everyone’s priorities shifting. We kept making music together, and the record label continued to release tracks, but we accepted that our “full-on” music crew days were over. There were other things to do in life, and the music industry was changing rapidly before our eyes. New musicians were coming up through SoundCloud, Spotify, Bandcamp, and YouTube, with or without a record label. Our fifteen minutes of music fame was up, and we were pretty much okay with that. We’d kept the same party (Qoöl at 111 Minna) going for fifteen years, an epic run.
All this to say that I hadn’t really experienced music immersion in a long time. So I was curious what it would be like to dedicate an entire work week to making beats. Here’s what I experienced.