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{ Colouroïd }

These days I'm recording.
  I fold my sister's old sleeping bag (it's pretty and soft with blue flowers) into a pillow and sit on the floor, my back to the bed, trying to feel safe and snuggly. The reason why Colouroïd has made so few tracks, is probably me. I love singing and recording and making tracks, but my performance anxiety gets so big that I have to devote a whole day for a few hours of recording to get it done...

I try to get back to the childhood way of making, when you just did, and didn't think first about consequences and results. I would sing, all the time, in the street, reading a book - opera! musical! anything! - out loud and unabashed, never thinking about performing or getting attention or evaluation. If someone said I was good, that was a bonus, but I sang to sing, because it came natural to me and it made me feel good.
  The best way of getting back into that state, is probably just doing it more and more and more, and slowly the mountain will flatten and you can have fun again.
  What do you think?

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