Rain gifts us yet another journey of discovering independent music. Sharon's relationship with music began in her childhood while sitting at the family piano, she recalls its keys whispering untold melodies as she captured the tender moments surrounded by the warm embrace of her parents and siblings.
Her voice, now soft and muffled by the microphone, feels as though it's guarding something rare and precious. She smiles and says: "My son is still far from the temptations of the world," a sentiment that moved me deeply. Sharon's story is one of hard-won independence—how persistence, like a drop of water carving through a mountain, allows a woman to close painful chapters, rediscover herself, and pursue her dreams with grace and quiet confidence, turning her journey into a unique personal fairytale.
Maxim, on the other hand, is always seeking the quiet intimacy of art in a vast gallery. For him, music is not a product for mass consumption but a personal exchange between the creator and the listener, like a message in a bottle to quote Sting. From the backstage, he has long admired Sharon and her connection with her audience, patiently waiting for his moment.
I love how both appear in the interview, immersed in their studios, surrounded by musical instruments, their beloved - trusted companions. It’s as if they're saying, “We still have a long way to go, but this is our chosen path.”
That’s where LaunchLeft shines—not in showcasing big personalities or great successes, but in revealing the process, the setbacks, and the small victories that shape an artist’s path.
The story of young Ricardo Kaká comes to mind. Discouraged during his teenage years, tired of sitting on the bench, one evening after training, while walking back to the dormitory, he called his mother and said, “Mom, I can’t do it anymore. I’ve given my all, but I’m ready to quit.” She gently replied, “It’s okay, my son. But for tonight, just sleep. When you wake up, think about what truly fills your heart, and follow that. In life, there are always highs and lows, and only love for what you do will light your way through the dark moments.” The next morning, Kaká woke up, smiled, and picked up the ball again. We all know how his story ended.
Photo by Michael Schmelling