Monday morning I woke up and my mind was blank. Before I can even rationalize it to myself and conjugate my very first morning thought, I find myself trying desperately to stay in the space between awake and asleep. It is in this space that I feel together, as if I am being perfectly supported by a structure of solid symmetrical empty space in my own mind. It is peaceful, no doubt, but equally temporal and never seems to find it’s way back to me until my waking state the next morning. After I leave this blissful state, my thoughts are absorbed with many ideas. I can get stuck in loops inside of my own head about the most trivial matters, but one thing that seems to constantly plague my mind is making things.
I was told when I was younger that I was obsessive. And I was. Cleaning and re-organizing all of my prized baseball cards, action figures or unique trinkets was a favorite pastime of mine as a kid. This soon turned to making back-yard business deals with neighboring friends and eventually buying and selling cars, motorcycles and whatever else I was interested in at the time.
I studied, asked questions and listened closely, trying to learn as much as I could about whatever I was into during any given period. It wasn’t too long after this that I discovered writing and playing music. I was obsessed. Between the sonic stimuli crafted by beautifully designed gear, and the incomparable energy that came about from playing, I knew that I had found something I could sink my teeth into. So, I started obsessing.
When I first started developing products for musicians, this question always came into my own mind, as I am sure it did in many quietly inquisitive others: “Why”. The answer to this has taken me some great time to decipher for myself, and I don’t think it can be truly boiled down to just one answer. However, in an attempt to extract such an answer from a group of more specific answers, I have found this to be an accurate response to the question of why: “To make things great”.
What I had discovered from music was that I got it, and it got me. Not only that, but I could produce it, and in many ways, it started to produce me. I became obsessed, once again, with something. However, this time my obsession was broader. It was an obsession with making things. I started to see how an idea could become a real, material thing. But more than that, each real material thing I created was intrinsically linked to me in a way that is, even now, hard to put into words. One thing I knew for sure was that if I were the creator of anything, I wanted to look at it and not just see it as good, but great.
Unfortunately, one of the things I had to learn along the way is that nothing is really born great. Nor are things ever really great on their own. Things in general start off good at best, but it is what is done with good things that determines their greatness.
I will admit, I want my creations to be regarded as great, but at the end of the day, it is up to the artist, creator, writer or performer to take a good product, and make great things from it. I want to see the prolific creators engaged and immersed in their instruments/gear and we at Tapestry would love to be a part of that. So today, go create professional sound, and make things great.