The Voice
Why I do what I do

Last week I started working with an artist who was a finalist on The Voice a couple of years ago. He had no bag, no folders or notebooks. Just keys and a phone. And he was super excited to be in the studio, finally getting all the music and ideas ‘out of his head’ and onto ‘tape’. I was just pumped to be a part of his next chapter.

As he began singing against the piano track he had just laid down, I was moved by what I was hearing. It wasn’t the words, but it was. It wasn’t the melody, but it was. It wasn’t the tone of his voice, but it was. It wasn’t all of those things or any one of those things. In that moment what I heard was soul. Not soul music. Soul. I heard a man’s soul, setting the singer free. It was beautiful and I felt privileged to be a part of that moment.

He walked in with nothing but left a massive impact on me, a reminder of why I do what I do.