Once upon a time there was a little girl, relentlessly listening to music on her walkman, going back and forth on her garden swing. This was her safe place – away from the bullies at school.
The act of listening to music, combined with the pendulum-movement of swinging, whilst simultaneously taking in the stunning views of the fields in Dithmarschen, northern Germany, was what started shaping the kind of ethereal- escapism she would wind up creating later in life.
Painful days at school, being beaten until she was bruised, spat on, having her hair pulled by pretty much the entire school class. Why? Because she simply looked different. She wasn’t blonde, blue-eyed or tall, like the rest of the rural kids. The abuse was a daily thing, for years to come and it made her believe she was the most ugly, unworthy thing ever born.
Each day after school, she would run straight to her wooden treasure chest. Here she kept her favourite black t-shirt and her tapes. Her survival tools. The black shirt was like a piece of armour to her and once she put it on, she’d load up her walkman and run straight to her swing.
If she hadn’t been bullied so much at school, she’d have had the confidence to pursue singing. Music was her calling after all and an escape. For quite some time, she only sang to the creatures of the fields surrounding her home, or when she pretended to be a mermaid, whilst playing in the sea. And sometimes she couldn’t help but sing in her bedroom too, even though the thought of anyone listening in was scary.
You might have guessed by now, that little girl was me.
Fast forward to my teens, all those hormones kicked in and knocked out the fear of following my dreams. Fed up with being pushed around, it was like my inner warrior finally woke up.
But wasn’t being a teenager weird and confusing!?
After years of being tormented by bullies, everything changed: the sudden attention, compliments from other kids and strangers. It was difficult to process and led to a feeling of alienation all over again.
Fascinated and consumed by the gothic subculture, sporting raven black hair, listening to all kinds of dark wave and rock/metal bands. Sitting on the floor in my bedroom, scribbling lyrics to songs not yet written. Hiding inside a cosy, dark cocoon.
Have you ever noticed how no matter what kind of day you’re having, the right song can completely change your perspective, the way you feel and even the way you think?
Sometimes you need music to allow yourself to feel those emotions you keep hidden deep inside.
This was clearly some kind of magic! And I was eager to become a magician.
So now almost out of my teens, I relocated to Hamburg, took vocal lessons and started working in a recording studio. It was just office work but it was a great place to meet other musicians. Oh the excitement to be part of it all, even on this small scale!
After a few years of an amazing apprenticeship, the studio was sadly forced to close its doors (as were countless others, due to the increase of home studios). It was time to relocate again – this time to a small seaside town in the UK, called Clevedon.
Here I formed my first band, we started gigging pretty much right away. All went quite well for some time and we almost got signed to a label.
But life happens, my lovely band mates had other visions for their careers and so it was time to start all over again.
Not knowing what to do next, I called the A&R of the label I had been in touch with and poured my musical heart out. His advice really shaped me into the artist I am today.
He suggested to go solo. But how? The only instrument I had was my voice.
“Mira, just get yourself a keyboard and play. Something good will happen, I know it will”.
There was nothing to lose, right?
Feeling like a mage in training, it was like some sort of portal opened. All you had to do was step inside and discover a whole new world.
If you’ve ever had to bottle up your passions and emotions, you’ll know just how amazing it feels to finally let them flow freely!
Just like when you’re on a swing – after a short while you trust your legs to do the work and you balance automatically. On a keyboard, I trust my ears and let them guide my fingers. And sometimes you just need a little push and encouragement from someone to get “into the swing of things” (sorry, I just couldn’t resist the pun).
The music industry went through many drastic changes and so becoming an indie artist seemed like the best option.
Today, creating musical portals to other worlds and realms is my passion. I’d love to invite you along to a sonic sanctuary of ethereal, magical adventures.
And by the way, some things never change. I still like to swing (and no, not that kind! ;)). Usually at night, gazing at the stars, often checking in with my new songs and mixes, accompanied by my best friend and fellow musician expLOHR.
My musical story has been full of ups and downs, many tears shed and constant sacrifices made but it’s so worth it. YOU, dear listener, are what makes all of this worth it!
I look forward to many more adventures along this musical journey. Some days will feel like floating on clouds, on the back of a pegasus. On others, it’s navigating through the mist. Here’s to hoping that you are part of that journey!
Thank you for being a listener and making all this matter!
Love and Unicorns,