This might sound familiar if you’ve been following me for a while. But even if it’s a little repetitious I feel like it needs to be said again.
Not just for clarity.
Not just for transparency.
But for anyone just now discovering my work. This is for you.
I’ve done episodes before where I explain how I create music… but this time, I want to go deeper. I want to say it plain. Because I never want anyone confused about what I do, how I do it, or why.
So if you’ve ever heard one of my songs and thought, “Wait is that her singing?”… this one’s for you.
I don’t sing the vocals on my tracks. I use digitally assisted AI vocals.
But don’t get it twisted just because the voice isn’t mine doesn’t mean the song isn’t.
Every word. Every harmony. Every rhythm. Every pause. That’s me.
I write the lyrics. I choose the genre. I build the feeling. I create the blueprint. Then I edit the hell out of it until it sounds the way I heard it in my spirit.
Sometimes that means layering my own voice underneath for texture. Sometimes that means correcting AI singers who mumble my affirmations like they’re trying to dodge child support.
One minute they’re angels. The next, they’re drunk at karaoke.
But I make it work.
I bounce between Pro Tools, GarageBand, Audacity, and Ferrite like I’m doing backflips on a balance beam with no spotter. Just me, a prayer, and a sandwich.
Ferrite be acting like it knows my destiny. GarageBand thinks it’s my life coach. And Pro Tools? That program is one mood swing away from taking me out.
Sometimes I gotta pause mid-edit and say, “Look… I rebuke this timeline.”
Then I hit save, pray over my laptop, and keep going.
See, I’m not perfect at the technical side yet. But I have a gift: I can hear the full arrangement in my head before it ever exists. My job is just to bring it into form.
And while I’m still sharpening my skills, what I do know?
The soul is always there.
I didn’t do this to get rich. I didn’t do it to get famous.
I started writing songs because I needed to survive myself.
I needed to hear affirmations in a voice that resonated not some therapist’s voice, not a guru, not a quote on Instagram.
I needed it to come through music. Through rhythm. Through repetition.
Old me? Would’ve spiraled.
New me? I hit record and say, “What if I sing through this?”
I turn panic into playlists.
I realized my pen is my power. These songs? They’re my toolkits.
I could’ve cried. I made a chorus instead.
I could’ve complained. I composed.
A few years ago, life gave me the biggest plot twist of my life.
I hit a wall. I’ve always been a hustler make it happen, no excuses.
But this time? I couldn’t hustle my way out. I couldn’t pivot.
It wasn’t a gentle spiritual nudge either. Life came in with a folding chair like,
“Oh, you gon’ sit down today… or I’ll help you.”
I didn’t grow willingly at first. I threw a small tantrum, sulked, pouted…
Then I picked up my pen. And I wrote.
Little songs started trickling in. Unpolished, but real. I didn’t even have the voice to sing them so I found a way.
What looked like a breakdown was actually a birth.
A quiet rebirth that didn’t need an audience.
That’s when I heard it so clearly:
Grow through it. Don’t run from it.
The music.
The books.
The healing.
That season taught me:
Stillness is strength.
Power isn’t loud.
And you can’t skip transformation by outrunning it.
Now I know… if it keeps showing up, it still needs to be healed.
So I stopped running.
I stayed.
And I grew.
Right now, I’m still in a sacred season. Still planting. Still building.
I’m not heavily promoting anything yet. My books are coming hopefully by February 2026, if not sooner.
My music is trickling out slowly. But it’s reaching the right ears. I know that.
I trust that.
And I want you to know:
Yes, it’s digitally assisted.
But it’s not a shortcut. It’s not a gimmick.
It’s not fake.
It’s me.
Raw. Real. Spiritual.
Just… me, using what I have to say what I came to say.
I grew up in a strict Christian home. Music was limited.
But the moment I got a Walkman? Oh, it was over.
Jazz came first. Then soul. Then old-school everything.
That music raised me. And now, it shows up in everything I create.
I believe in sound as healing. And my songs?
They’re encoded with more than words.
One day, I’ll license my catalog out to real singers.
And I’ll split royalties with them.
But for now?
This voice. These tools. These truths?
They’re more than enough.
Both of my kids are wildly talented.
My daughter is finishing a sci-fi fantasy novel illustrating all the characters herself.
She’s building a whole world, and she’s got a blog launching soon.
My son? Producer, multi-instrumentalist, and digital wizard.
He’s got a whole shoegaze project called eyesinlimbo….go check him out.
I gave them tools. I gave them space.
And now they’re creating freely.
That’s all I ever wanted.
I want my listeners, collaborators, and even the curious bystanders to know this isn’t just music.
It’s ministry.
This isn’t just content.
It’s calling.
I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to remind you who you are.
We weren’t born powerless.
We were born into systems that tried to dim what we already carried.
My music is how I shine mine back.
If you’ve ever been moved by something I released… just know:
It was made with love. With presence. With prayer.
Even if the voice isn’t mine my soul is all over it.
And if I could leave you with anything?
It’s this:
These aren’t just tracks.
They’re timestamps.
Proof that I lived through it. Loved through it. Grew through it.
Before I go, I want to share that this episode is paired with my song Mirror Garden.
It’s a quiet anthem about tending to your own soul before trying to fix the world around you.
Because when you water what’s within, everything else begins to flourish in its own time.
I wrote Mirror Garden for anyone who’s learning that growth doesn’t always look like motion.
Sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do… is pause and listen to your own becoming.
Take a moment with it. Let it wrap around you.
And ask yourself what in me is asking to be tended?
thank you for being here.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for letting my heart be felt… not just heard.
More is coming.
Much love,
Renee
Mirror Garden: https://spotify.link/idkezMetuXb
