Yaws - Fundraising for stolen gear

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Raised by 91 people in 27 days
It's hard to put into words exactly how much work was lost when our house was robbed in the early hours last week. People who know me well would probably say my approach to music and art is nothing short of obsessive. I'm usually choosing to stay in so I can work rather than to go out, or be distracted by other things. I'm an artist cursed by my own perfectionist expectations. I will spend a day listening to one song on a loop, or the afternoon recording samples from a strange-sounding, hollowed out piece of wood. I make music because I enjoy how it makes me feel, rather than any expectation of general success. The ritual of making and composing sound is more of a cathartic exercise, completely idiosyncratic to myself, my histories and the way I live my life. To fully explain my loss I want to begin from a bit prior to the break in.

In late 2017 I had to leave my home in London and return to Australia to renew my visa. This process became an incredibly drawn out experience, and over the period of nearly 8 months while I was away, I began to develop a new type of sadness that I’d never experienced in the past. In an attempt to take my mind away from the reality of how much I wanted to return to my world, the place I considered home, with my partner and friends, I began to obsess over my music making. I worked for hours daily with a real focus, making about 100 new songs or solid ideas throughout the time I was there (no joke).

One positive that came from this experience, was the opportunity to release some of the work I'd been making back in London. So at the end of last year as I arrived home, with a new Alien Jams 12” just out, I felt a drive to continue to prioritise my work, continually striving for new sounds, documenting everything along the way. As the year went on, I could feel my work developing, as if all my effort was paying off. So I began taking less shifts at my actual paying jobs, and continued to enjoy the music that I had been making.

Everything I’d been working on since returning to London over that past six months had not been backed-up and was lost in the theft.

At approximately 4.15 am on Thursday 16th, May (last week), my partner Jade and I awoke to find a stranger in our room. In the pitch darkness of Hackney's early morning, as I steadily worked myself out of a deep dream, the motionless figure at the bottom of our bed gradually became a real person rather than the hazy shape I had originally deemed it to be. Once the lights had been switched on, we saw a more accurate image of the invader in our room - a frightened, high-looking, hoodie-wearing woman, struggling with all her might to get out of our house. As she pushed closer to the front door, it was suddenly kicked inwards by a large bearded man who screamed at the top of his lungs - not words, but a continual shriek as if to put us off guard (as if we weren't already!). As he entered, he grabbed one of the bikes from our hallway and threw it in our direction, creating a mountain of tangled bikes that enabled them both to get away down our street. We looked at each other with confused tears (lol, it's the truth). It wasn't until after they had left that we realised that my laptop and other items had been passed through our window before we woke up. We spent the remainder of the morning with the police, doing reports and having forensic tests done on our room. The invaders wore gloves, and seemed to move in a way of experienced thieves, and nothing was found through these procedures. The police left no hope that the perpetrators would be caught, and only days later emailed saying they had decided to close the investigation report.

I've never liked asking people for favours. And even more, I've never liked talking openly about my feelings on the internet. But this incident has left me with a lack of purpose. I feel lost and ready to give in to the sheer fucking ruthlessness of life. I don't classify what happened to us a tragedy, and the more I think about it, the more I doubt it's importance in comparison to some of the more sombre realities of the real world, and the hardship of general human struggle. But with the support of the people around me, I've been encouraged to give a fundraiser a go, to help rebuild some of things that were lost, including basically starting from square one with nearly everything I was working towards musically.


- replace computer - a high-spec 13" macbook pro - suitable to be used for large amounts of audio recordings, performance, touring etc.
- replace headphones - Audio-Technica ATH-M70X monitor headphones
- replace back up hard drive
- obtain new software, sample libraries etc
- use any extra funding to contribute to rebuilding safety in our household. New locks, window security, support networks etc.

Any help would be truly appreciated.


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