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Photo courtesy of Ariel Kassulke |
There was never a moment that I knew I wanted to make music because it’s something I’ve known for as long as I could know things; for as long as I remember. Maybe it was growing up with parents that love music as much as I do. Parents who always had music playing in our cars and homes, who always sang along, who sang in choirs their whole lives and signed me up for every church, school and afterschool choir that was available. A mom who bounced to ABBA and Rick Springfield and Prince, who showed me the joy of dancing along to music and of the drama and stories music could contain. A dad who loved Journey and the Righteous Brothers and 90s R&B, who preferred singing the harmonies and background vocals to his favorite songs and taught me concepts like harmony and melody/counter-melody. Parents who saw a young child dance and sing along with utter glee to “Bye Bye Bye” by N*SYNC and decided to nurture that seed of love for music.
Like I already said, there was never a moment I realized I knew but there were moments that knowledge solidified, and that it felt more and more like it was something I could do. Like reaching high school and singing in concert choirs, show choirs and musicals and starting to feel more at home with music and stage and performance than I ever had with the sports I grew up playing. Or reaching college and finding my first friends to play in cover bands with, and sing the kind of songs I loved to sing. Or graduating and drifting before making my way back to those friends and trying to write our own songs for the first time. The first time a melody or hook came to mind without much effort. The first time I learned that a hook was the easy part, and the first time I took a melody and actually put the work in to do something with it. The first time writing lyrics that felt competent, then the first time writing lyrics that felt good, followed by the first time writing lyrics that felt true and the first time that writing lyrics felt like muscle memory; like something I’d simply done my whole life. There was the first time I felt proud enough to share my music with the people in my life, and the first time I heard a song I’d finished recording and felt like it could belong next to the song of the artists I grew up loving and respecting. Lots of firsts, but never the first.
It’s not a unique feeling, but making music was something that felt like growing up, falling in love, getting old and dying - something that you just always knew was going to happen, something that was a matter of “when” not “if”. Inevitability.
- Colton Schroetter, vocalist & guitarist