SaM Harat
In 2023, I started learning to record the music I hear in my head using special apps.
This new world of digital creativity opened up to me like a gateway to an unknown dimension of sound. At first, it was like wandering through a labyrinth, where every turn held new possibilities and unexpected complications. The software interfaces, full of buttons, controls, and graphs, seemed like incomprehensible symbols of an ancient language.
But gradually, step by step, I began to comprehend the intricacies of sequencers, synthesizers and virtual instruments. I immersed myself in the study of harmony, melody and rhythm, trying to understand how to combine these elements into a single whole. The first attempts were clumsy and naive, but each failure pushed me to move on, to look for new solutions and experiment with sound.
And so, after months of hard work, the first classical compositions were born. Of course, they are far from perfect, but each of them keeps a piece of my soul, my emotions and experiences, embodied in sound. These are like the first timid steps of a child just beginning to explore the world. I feel incredible inspiration and anticipation of new creative achievements. Music has become for me not just a hobby, but a real passion, a way of self-expression and communication with the world. I am sure that many more discoveries and musical adventures await me ahead.
A little bit about me and my music
Even as a child, new music sounded in my head. It was born from the silence, from the rustling of leaves outside the window, from the singing of birds and children's steps. These were not just melodies, but entire symphonies unfolding in my imagination. I remember how I dreamed of learning to play the piano, I tried to transfer these sounds from my head to the keys, but, unfortunately, as a child I did not have such an opportunity.
Over the years, this ability has not disappeared, but only strengthened. The world around me has become an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Business trips to different cities and taiga regions were accompanied by city noise, night silence and birdsong.
Even an ordinary conversation could suddenly turn into notes, rhythms, harmonies. I learned to listen not only with my ears, but also with my heart, catching the subtlest nuances of sounds, their emotional coloring.
