Man is this post overdue. Terribly sorry about that, I'm just rarely in the mood to write long texts, and since this post is particularly personal, I didn't want to screw it up. Again, sorry for the delay.

Also, it's fairly late here, so I don't know how far I'll be able to go, but I decided that I had waited long enough, and that with the year ending, this would be a good time to do this.

Anyways, enough delaying, let's get this started!

Alright, so first-off, I'd like to state that I still find it incredible that over a HUNDRED people throughout the world would even be remotely interested in my work, let-alone be invested enough into it to want to keep track of my innane ramblings, random thoughts and tedious experiments. I'm still under the impression that there are actually only eight or nine people that actually follow me, and that the rest of you are all alternate accounts of said group just to humour me. <.<

Nonetheless, however the number of people that may truly exist here, I cannot express the amount of gratitude I have towards you guys for having supported me along the way. YOU (yes, you there, reading this right now) are the one that keeps me going. YOU are the reason I've tried my best to better myself with every song I've done. YOU are the reason I've tried my best (not always succeeding) to produce content on as regular of a basis as my schedule can afford. And most of all, YOU are the reason I'm still doing this to this day.

Story time, so better get confortable:

Once upon a time, some kid was born in the ouskirts of a small rural village in the northern regions of Québec, Canada. He grew up in a house between a farm and a ranch and had to take an hour-long bus ride to the nearest primary school, so needless to say, he was pretty far away from any large amount of people, and so didn't make a lot of friends. In fact, starting from second grade to middle-school, he had to move once or twice a year because of his father's job, thus eliminating any chance for long-lasting relationships.

Now this might have driven a lot of people mad (and it probably did for him too), but for him, it suited him, since he hadn't much interest in talking with others anyways. He had found many things to learn of, mostly astronomy, minerology, chemistry, but the thing that stood out the most for him was music. It had always been present in his entourage, since his father was a regularaly gigging musician and had been a judge in the Canadian DCI competitons. Before even starting to learn the piano, he started reading on music theory and taking courses on rhythm with his father whenever he had the chance.

By the time he had reached middle-school, he had been taking piano courses for five years and had already learned sight-reading, solfegio and ear-transcription. Unfortunately, the school he went to didn't take piano as a main instrument, so he had to change to another instrument. He chose the trumpet on a hunch, and to this day it's still his main instrument, so he most likely did the right call. He also started taking regular latin drum courses with his father, which developed his passion for exotic music and cultures.

Unfortunately, starting playing new instruments and being in a crowded class that progressed slowly was getting harder and harder to satisfy his need to express his creativity, so he tried his best to get the most he could out of the experience, enrolling in competitions and intensive band camps, joining many different music groups and bands and playing anywhere he could. He eventually started catching on that the mere act of interpreting the music wasn't enough anymore to satisfy his need to creatively express himself.

And so, in 2007, started the crazy journey that led him to where he is today. He got a hold of his father's old laptop, which had an ANCIENT version of a notation software, Sibelius 1.4, and with the technological and theoretical resources he had gained through the years, taught himself to use the program and jot down in the best of his abilities the ideas he had in his head. This idea eventually became Battle of the Heroes, the first track he ever made, and which is still up to this day.

What drew him here initially was the idea that, for once, he had the opportunity to share the scene with what he then believed to be the cream of the music writers, the top-charters. The ones who got THOUSANDS of fanmail per day and had to resort to using a secretary to file it all. He never had even thought of the mere idea of reaching that level, but for once this idea seemed to have the opportunity to become MORE, almost seeming to be right there, waiting for you to seize it. From that day on, I knew I had a clear goal, I finally knew what I wanted to do.

The rest of this story and my experience with NG might be continued in my bicentennial special, but until then, this is where the story that lead to my passion for composition ends. My purpose hasn't changed since, although it might have deformed over the years, changing shape to better fit my still obscure destiny. But with all this uncertainty, there is at least something clear: my resolve to create will only grow as time passes.

In any case, I'd like to continue for hours on like I've been up to now, but it's 4AM here and I can barely type, so this'll have to do for now. I'd like to once again personally thank every single one of you for supporting me in my crazy endeavours, and if you've managed to read all the way through, award you the honorary title of supreme-reader. May you use your newfound powers wisely.

Anyways, I'm barely awake now, so I'll leave you here.

Good night everybody!

Edit 28/12/13: Forgot to mention, because I've been an unproductive ass this year, I've decided to upload some of my old stuff I either never finished or uploaded for various reasons. I already started doing so, starting with "5 O'Clock Blues", and will go on until I feel like it, so expect a lot of songs!

-Sam