When I think about how all of this started I always come back to that image of young me sitting cross-legged on the floor with a stack of albums spread out like a universe I was trying to decode. I didn’t know anything about the industry yet. I didn’t know what a music supervisor was or that I’d spend a lifetime helping composers find their voice on film. I just knew that when I dropped the needle or hit play the room changed. The air shifted. I could hear intention and feeling long before I understood how any of it worked. Those hours on the floor listening, studying liner notes, letting the music shape the edges of who I was becoming, that was the beginning. And somehow discovering FTR has given me back that musical childhood. It reminded me what it feels like to be moved without thinking, to chase sound for the pure joy of it. Everything I do now, the choices, the taste, the instinct, still comes from that kid who believed music was the truest language in the world.

Great app for music lovers