The essence of our existence is often marked by the subtle whispers of the senses, particularly hearing, which greets us at life's dawn and bids farewell at its dusk. My intrigue has always been drawn to the senses that whisper rather than shout—smell and hearing. As a child, my world was silent, my communications limited to gestures and inarticulate sounds. This silence was a mystery solved when doctors discovered a hearing impairment, later corrected by surgery.
Though my memories of those silent days are faint, my fascination with sound remained a constant echo. I found solace in the melodies that flowed from my Fisher-Price record player, immersing myself in the musical realms of John Williams with my father and the harmonious narratives of Rodgers and Hammerstein cherished by my mother, a music aficionado. My brother, too, added layers to this soundscape with his musical endeavors.
Sound, to me, is not just an auditory experience; it's a conduit of emotion and memory. Words are not merely seen; they resonate within me, echoing in my mind's ear. Smell and hearing, these senses, they don't just perceive; they feel, they remember. They are the architects of our most profound emotional landscapes.
The true magnitude of this realization dawned on me in the quiet intensity of a recording studio. As I navigated the delicate process of recording and mixing, I witnessed the birth of an album. The first playback was not just a listening session; it was an encounter with raw emotion. Hearts raced, and tears were shed, a testament to the power of sound, its ability to touch the soul. It was in that moment of collective emotion that I understood my purpose. I am not just a technician of sound; I am its custodian, a medium through which this powerful, often understated sense speaks, connects, and heals.
This journey through sound is not just a career; it's a sacred trust, a responsibility I embrace with reverence. I am committed to honoring this gift, ensuring that every note I capture, every melody I mix, is a true reflection of the profound connections and memories that sound, this overlooked yet omnipresent sense, so beautifully weaves into the tapestry of our lives.
Chris