About
My name is Lawrie, and when I was young, I wanted to play the cello. I think it only fitting I was drawn to the richness of such an instrument, given the fact it is now music of this nature spurring my life forward. Although it was not the cello I wound up with – rather the piano – it may have been foreshadowing to what I would fall with, and where I would go.
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At the age of fourteen-years-old I was an extraordinarily dedicated student, already planning my university majors and minors, and debating between a career in criminology, psychology, or sociology, all to which I had a mild interest in. For me, academics was all there ever was and would ever be. But the pain was often greater than the payoff, and it was around this time I fully began feeling the weight of that. My struggle in school continued, confused and overwhelmed as I was, until I sat down to one of my weekly piano lessons and experienced what I hadn’t known in months: a sense of peace. Perhaps this wasn’t the day I realized a passion for music, but it was the day I felt something for it, and that was more than there had ever been in any future I had envisioned for myself.
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My mother always told me I was an exceptional writer, so at the same time I turned to poetry as another salvation from my anxieties. As my care for it and music grew, I started to see a connection between the sound and the words I was creating that was undeniable, the two so intertwined they began to form a new, foreign, and yet meaningful path in my mind’s eye. So, I simply drowned myself in that vision. I listened to bands spanning decades, sampling genres of multitudes, and admittedly having a particular obsession with a few bands in the alternative genre. I picked up the drums, my father’s forgotten guitar, and a cheap orange ukulele to teach myself to play. I also started volunteering at a college radio station to immerse myself in the local music scene and to, I hoped, meet like-minded people. I lived in this heady cloud of noise, possibility, and conviction until I graduated from high school after being homeschooled through a two-year fast track diploma program at seventeen-years old. However, my hopes all began to unravel after this.
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The need for money and a defined plan by the time I turned eighteen was an ever-present concern. I told everyone music was my career of choice, so I treated it like one and half-heartedly expected it to make me the money I thought I needed. In short, it didn’t, and I began to loathe it and its uncertainty. Jumping from social media site to site, music sharing platform to platform, I never stuck with any one endeavor and never for very long. Among other misfortunes occurring in my life, I was at a loss – that is, until I discovered a post-secondary institute across the country offering a one-year music business program. The commercial side of the industry and its intricacies were indeed a genuine interest I had harbored for a good while, but any serious considerations given to pursuing a path alongside it were fleeting and deemed not significant enough to warrant much of a response before this. But it was something, and I pounced on that something.
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For now, this is where I am, and I wish only to be. To be with people in an environment where music is what we all adore, and to be with my own creations, if only silently for a time. And it is for this reason, after such disconnect, disillusion and affliction, that I created this space. A space to share, to celebrate, and to enjoy music as equally and in the same fashion as I have done alone for so long, it is all I desire for myself in the present and all I see for the future. I truly do have a love for this art, despite my recent contempt for it, and I suspect a similar love lived in two drastically different people: soulful singer Amy Winehouse and classical master Ludwig van Beethoven. Two people worlds and eons apart, but of all the music I have listened to and experienced over my years of private study, it is of theirs that is raw, and that is real. I believe the music that strikes the soul and aligns most with mine is consistent of this: pure instrument, voice, and words, uniting to create melody. It is the music that becomes the emotion. Art such as this can only exist in its truest form by being shared, and within that phenomenon is where I want to be one day. Where and how that may exist is fuzzy, but I can see its form, and I hope that this, here, will be its beginning.
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"To represent a vessel for those who wish to share in and create space dedicated to their common love of music. By building a united community in a safe and open environment, individuals will come together to speak the universal language of music as well as celebrate the art with enthusiasm and within a sense of oneness."