This is a picture of my grandmother and myself when I was about 1,5 years old.
Music was my first love. This is not just the first line of that song. Music is also one of my earliest memories. At least, I remember how it made me feel. There was always music in our house. My dad would play the piano or the guitar, and he would write songs. My mom would sing with him, and she always had music playing in the house. As a toddler, my sister was always humming and I would sing fake English along to the songs playing on my parents’ records.
When I was five years old, Dad took me to a small church in the Swiss mountains and taught me a tune to the melody he was singing. It was one of those magical moments where everything seemed to make sense in my 5-year-old brain. When I was in elementary school, I wrote a few songs, because Dad did, so that is what I did. Although I never really seriously considered being a musician until I was 18, I did always love to write, play and sing. The Belgian school system makes it quite easy to take music lessons as an extracurricular activity, which is what I did from the age of 9 until 20. I am grateful for the foundation in classical music, because it gave me a good base to work from.
Fast forward a few years, I had graduated from university and had a job. It was great, but I hit that quarter life crisis where things just didn’t seem to feel right. To cut a long story short, when the contract of my last job ended, I decided to pursue my dream of becoming a singer-songwriter. I was very fortunate to have the full support of my husband, which definitely made (and continues to make) things easier. He pushed me to just go for it. It has been a journey with a very steep learning curve, but it has been such a great adventure. It started with that first day after my job. And I felt completely lost. I felt like I had stepped out of the system I had been trained to live in and now had to find another way. I could have made a so-many-steps plan of action, but somehow that didn’t feel right and I decided to trust my gut. It took a while to get things moving, and just as I started considering whether or not to continue, pieces of the puzzle seemed to start moving without having to strive for it. It has been scary, exciting, testing and exhilarating going after my dream, all the while being fully aware what a privilege it is to be able to do this. I don’t know if it will work out the way I envision it, but the worst case scenario is that I will have some good stories to tell my kids in the future about that time mommy was trying to be a singer. There will always be music, and for now I am still hoping this EP will lead to more projects and more songs and more singing.