So a lot of you might have noticed I’ve put all my Euro gear up for sale, some of you have been interested enough to ask what the fuck I’m up to, given the apparent success I thought I’d made of it.
Well, the short answer is that owning Eurorack made me lose my mind. The long answer is that I already lost my mind a long time ago and Eurorack was just part of a wider set of problems.
To explain, I need to take you all back 20 years or more, to my late teens/early 20’s. I was a complete mess, full on self destruction. Drinking, fighting, risky behaviour, crazy spending binges, you name it. Smarter and more qualified people than me have told me my behaviour was indicative of bipolar, but I never got any sort of formal diagnosis (because I’ve seen too many times what our Nation Health Service does to people with mental health issues). So far so boo hoo, right?
It didn’t really matter when I was just hurting myself, but I was really hurting my girlfriend (now wife), so I decided to sort myself out. I figured out that the best way to deal with my instability was not to deal with the lows, but cut off the highs (and oh what glorious highs they were, I’ve done a fair amount of MDMA in my time and it doesn’t even come close to the joy my own brain was capable of giving me). So, along with the usual stuff like practicing mindfulness, meditating, exercise and whatever, I had a set of rituals designed to bring me back down when I felt myself ramping up. The main one was to find an excuse to go out in the car on my own, put some sad music on and think about how it would sound at me or my wife’s funeral. Worked a treat.
The unfortunate byproduct of all of this is that it has largely made me a bit of a misery guts. But I’ll take misery guts over Lithium zombie.
So fastforward 20 years and here I am sat at home all day with the kids; no time for mindfulness, no time for exercise, no time for driving around planning funerals, so I gradually started ramping up. It started out great, a real nice creative purple patch, music just falling out of me. Brilliant. Along side this, my wife has had a really hard year dealing with and eventually cutting off her psychopathic parents, so I’ve been absorbing a lot of her pain too, which has been feeding the beast all year.
Then I got into Eurorack, more music, brilliant. But then I started to get obsessive (my wife thinks I’m autistic too, she might be right, after all, she is basically an expert in autism). Day and night on modular grid, planning, buying, shifting around modules. Gradually, I slowly started to lose the ability to get in “the zone” making music and felt less and less joy, but at the same time felt more and more need to obsess about modules.
I was constantly distracted from my day to day and racking up debt buying shit it turns out I really didn’t need. I’ve always found I work best within limitations. Take the Digitakt, for example. A limited machine that requires creative thinking to break through and make something excellent. With Eurorack, whenever you come up against a limitation, you can just buy your way out of it, so that’s what I did, I turned a therapeutic hobby into a mental health destroying spending binge.
It’s ok, don’t feel sorry for me, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed, my kids aren’t going to starve or anything, but buying the Pro 2 made me realise that I was throwing endless amounts of money at something that was making me ill (that and a pretty stern reality check from my wife). Seriously, a synth from years ago can do everything I was trying to achieve spending thousands on Eurorack. I’d told myself I was doing the Eurorack to chase a specific sound. In reality I was just spending money for the sake of it, which is a bloody dangerous game where I’m concerned.
At the end of the day, I’m just another burned out Eurocrack sob story, my problems are not caused by Eurorack, but my problems definitely latched on to it. Part of me getting myself sorted is to return to making music for fun, for the distraction, rather than some endless unachievable mission that sucked a lot of the joy out of it.
Don’t let my story put you off getting into Euro if that’s what you want, just don’t be mental while you’re doing it, it probably won’t end well.
Now go here and buy my shit.*
*I know what you’re thinking, best stealth advert ever, right?