Today, April 19th 2025, marks the 6 year anniversary since my musical debut. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen; on April 19th 2019 – 6 years ago today – I released my first song, ever. I was 12 years old then, and now I’m 18. Everything has changed, and so, nothing is the same – I feel totally confident in saying this. And although my Instagram post (featured above) acknowledging this fact appears to be jokey and slight – because it very much is – this is a big day for me, with big emotions leading me through it all. Anniversaries like such – though they might appear minor from a fellow’s scope – are often the catalyst for thinking about life, life and music, music and life, the passage of time, and other existentialist matters like such; hence why I feel compelled to make this very statement.
You know, it wasn’t long after I started playing the piano that I started to make music of my own. This might be clear to the few who have been following me since the early times – the musicianship was plain not there, for I was inexperienced and had effectively zero clue what I was doing. My first song – the juvenilely titled “The Potato Song” – was nothing but 4 rudimentary piano chords played in succession, some glockenspiel notes generously sprinkled throughout to fill in the (vast) gaps, all topped off with some frankly embarrassing vocal choices; and surprise, it had nothing to do with actual potatoes. This song – and the demo EP that followed it a few months later – have since been wiped off the face of the Earth; after a certain point, I didn’t feel like being associated with that cancerous mass of sonic experiments. I wanted to take music a bit more seriously; how serious, that is up to the listener to judge. I mean, you got another pile of experiments in musical (?) composition and arrangement – my debut full-length effort, “Computer Generated Noise” – that is not entirely convincing in its seriousness (though it constituted a major event for myself, both in my musical journey and in my personal life), and its much more determined follow-up “Φαντασματικό Φάντασμα“, that might as well have had a stick permanently glued up its ass with how uptight it was in its morals. And my latest LP effort, “The Forbidden Resort Chronicles“? Hard to describe, though I tried my best to define its direction in word a few days ago.
All of the above is to say, no matter how deeply personal my music is to me, I am still not convinced it is “serious music”, per se. All of my work that’s currently available online is a labor of love that I am not ashamed of having my name attached to, no matter its at times striking amateur quality. After all, being a complete novice is just part of the musician experience – one that I would not trade for the world, though I’ve seen considerable improvement in both my musical skills and my confidence over the last half decade. Although music continues not to pay my bills, it is now my mode of life, as corny as that may sound. I am “married” to the music, if you will. I therefore do deeply value each and every endeavor I’ve ever embarked on within that seemingly unlimited space. Going into this, I knew I would never become a world superstar, selling hundreds of thousands of records and performing in bigger-than-life venues – and that was fine by me. I always wanted to do it for fun times and for the love of the craft – and that is a principle I continue to live by. As soon as I cease to enjoy making music, I will quit. There’s no rethinking that. Therefore, yes, for as long as I continue doing this, it will be coming from a genuine, loving place, and it will occupy a big spot in my weak and fragile heart. My music tells a story, even if said story remains anecdotal. To me, it means the world, and I’m glad to have found such a friend in music composition – with the audio production of said compositions coming in second place, though remaining a major interest of mine.
So, yes. I was once a teenage girl making silly music on a decade-old computer, barely possessing any musical ability, but still doing it out of sheer appreciation for the art. I’ve historically taken large breaks from music production, and you know what they say; distance only makes the heart grow fonder. With that, I am as passionate about music as ever. Still a teenage girl, I still write, I still produce, I still play the piano (and many more instruments I’ve picked up along the way; including the ukulele and the bass guitar, among several others). But I also perform my music live, much to the amusement of peeps, and am taking on other production-related projects; such as working with other musicians. It’s all been delightful; it still is. And I genuinely cannot wait to keep doing this for as long as my will allows me to; which will hopefully be the rest of my life.
To whom this may concern, thank you for your support. I promise to keep creating music and honing my craft for as long as it grants me joy. For the time being, music is what sparks that fire in me and keeps me afloat in this seemingly unnavigable sea called life.
Sending much love to the world; you all deserve it. Live well.
Silia 
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