"Working with Javier was a dream and I look forward to future projects with him!"
- Aria Pullman , Some Go Haunting
"...What he did with the Berklee School of Music and the team songs... That was a stroke of a genius"
- David Goodfriend, Former Staff Secretary to President Bill Clinton
I am Javier Piñol.
A musician from Lleida (from the projects behind Carrefour, -the equivalent of USA’s Walmart-) who's now back in Miami again and works as Head for Studios for LATAM for Spotify.
By the way, Lleida is in Spain.
I make music.
I write, feel and play music. Now, I record, pick, cut and negotiate music but at the end of the day I am music and love music.
Slowly I start to understand me, and with the help of very incredible people, I am finally starting to realize the true meaning of music in my life.
For a while I didn’t have a clue of what this meant neither where I was going with it. I went from playing at church, to making songs in my room, from recording them with a Guillemot ISIS to having Teo give me a Digi 001, to leveraging my friends and random people I knew, to play in front of a multitude of people and travel more than I could have ever imagined. I recorded hundreds of songs. Some mine, some from other people. By myself and with more people. Bad and a little less bad. Because it’s always the same: They are never completely good.
I went with Victor to the studio we wanted, to make the album we wanted and it was never released. We took photos of a bunch of very expensive gear that I later acquired over the years and that now is sitting in my room and I’m barely interested in anymore.
I made many mistakes and I was wrong on many things but all the shit always came from the same place: My insecurity. Paradoxically, I had very high expectations that didn’t allow me to enjoy my accomplishments, to start with, extraordinary and wonderful friends who are still by my side.
I couldn’t bear to listen to my albums because I felt like a failure. I couldn’t even hold in my hands the records of my friends who were successful (and even wished them bad) because I had neither the humility nor the talent necessary. I could not look at an amazing website that I had in the beginning and that won many prizes because it reminded me of how easy it was for me to make it look like my life was better than it really was.
I don’t know the specific location or concrete date but more or less in the last few years of my life, which have been more intense than I could have ever suspected, I’ve been reconciling.
At first I thought it was when I found consensus on my professional success as a musician; earn some mentions or get some recognition. Or even be here in the United States, doing what I love. Although, at some point, I also came to think that I had fabricated a new form of resignation, no te creas.
Finally, I got it: Music is love. A way to give and receive love. To communicate love. To get closer with one another. To be moved. That’s why it exists.
Everything else you can get with time and money but the feeling that a good song leaves behind on you, that is unrepeatable. Unique.
I was asked in an interview what was the best part of being a musician and I said something that’s still current: That moment in the control room, with the band, listening to the take you have just performed. Nobody says anything because there is no need to say anything. We all know that inexplicable precious “something” is there. That moment is incredible. Delicate. That connection, with the rest, is indescribable. Sublime. It sucks to not have been quite ready to taste it better in the past, but I am glad to have lived it a few times.
This is why you are reading this: Because I’ve always loved what I do, even when I didn’t understand it.
I am sorry if I didn’t speak about harmony, well-known bands, Neve preamps or of pre-war Martin guitars. I am here just so we get to know each other.
Although, now that I think about it, maybe I just want to finally make my life better than it looks.
To know: This simple website without any complexes (and with no other intention than to have a space for you and I to talk) was built by me with the help of Wix and YouTube, but I owe it to Berklee and the persuasive Ariel Hyatt (So it was true, Ariel).
By the way, Berklee is in Boston.