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An Indie Musician's Diary Volume 4: Album two in the making

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LECTURAS 54
Votos 2
Partes 35
Hora 2h 5m

ElisabethKitzing

After years of learning the basics of music creation, production, promotion and distribution I feel like I am just about getting the hang of music creation. Of course I will never know everything or even ever create the perfect mix. Can anyone, really? Music is a complex art and as a self taught, soon to be grandma, music producer who got started later than most with this I won't ever be the best BUT I do my very best at this and that is enough for me!
The next goal is to create a second album called Abide adn write the Change My Mind book. That book had been planned when I chose the songs for the Change My Mind album. I will be sharing with you my tips, tricks, pains and gains as I go along. That's all I will tell you for now. Read and enjoy!
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