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Manas Dadheech (INDIA)


At thirteen I made my first jam. Burning songs by Bryan Adams, Bon Jovi, Eagles and Savage Garden using a CD burning software, named after a roman emperor, that would put my favourite songs in a portable piece of shiny plastic my friends would kill for made me quite popular in school; I felt like I had arrived. It is no discovery that putting songs you like in a sequence that makes you feel something more than the same songs individually, it’s an experience. Its a diary entry for your emotions that you can revisit every time you listen to it. I soon discovered that curating music was a false start for a school going kid like me. People just weren’t going to listen to your jam and like you. They would only listen to someone’s jam if they liked them. The classic art versus the artist debate I would…