I sit in my studio, neon lights flickering like an epileptic bass, and somewhere inside crawls that disgusting fear: what if everything I do just disappears into a massive black hole? Every beat, every track, every burst of ecstasy, lost to irrelevance?
It’s like that moment right before the drop, when everything goes silent, only your heartbeat pounding like a broken subwoofer. I see all those social media animals outside: likes, shares, clicks… numbers that seem more important than anything you actually feel. Labels, managers, algorithms, they only care about reach, trends, viral microwave hits. And you? You sit there, fingers sticky from the mixer, pizza on the floor, thinking about melodies that maybe no one will ever hear.
And yet, somehow, in that absurd moment, creativity is born. You’re trapped in the fear of leaving nothing behind, but you’re forced to keep going. Every track you start, that maybe falls apart again, every blog post, every little chaos moment. It’s a resistance against the void. Against the world’s indifference. Against goddamn irrelevance.
I need you, Rave Rebels of the Bass Battalion. Without you, I’m just a guy in a room full of cables, screaming at the silence. Your reactions, your clicks, your energy, that’s my oxygen. We grow together, 2026 is our year. And by the end of the year, I’ll be on stage, hands in the air, and you’ll know that fear has been beaten. At least for the night.