Everyone's putting in the maximum effort just to get through life. Society has its momentum, making things feel unavoidable. I've also been trying my best, always aiming for big things since I was young. But honestly, it’s just been failure after failure after failure, and I’m kinda tired now.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Now, since this album is called THE LIFE ALBUM, I'm gonna look back on my life a bit. Growing up, my family was neither particularly rich nor poor, but one thing was for sure that we were a close-knit, harmonious, and affectionate family.
My father, who passed away about two years ago, was a diplomatic ambassador. Now, everyone thinks we were a very wealthy family when they hear about this, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case at all.
However, we had the opportunity to travel around the world and live in different countries since my childhood. But there was a lot more racism back then. It may be hard to believe now, but many people didn't even know that Korea was a country and usually assumed that I was either Japanese or Chinese. Anyway, thanks to that, my family was able to bond more closely. Since we only had each other.
But still, there were many disadvantages to growing up as a young kid. First of all, I couldn't make true, long-term friends. As soon as I became close to them, I had to leave for another country. And since the Internet wasn't really there, once I left abroad, it was almost impossible to contact or meet again.
So from then on, I started to treat music as my best friend. Saving up my allowance and buying CDs was the best thing in my life at that time. I was especially fascinated by Wu-Tang and even worshipped them. When I returned to Korea, I had a big dream to create a Korean Wu-Tang Clan, and in late 1999, I returned to Korea alone and started to put that dream into action.
I started to gather colleagues, and before I knew it, we’d formed a large clan of over like 30 people. I burned my youth performing at clubs and events, and I wanted to become a professional producer and create a music label.
I majored in design in college to design albums and make music videos, and I actually ended up establishing an indie label right after I graduated. I produced albums for various artists of various genres and even appeared on famous music shows in Korea at the time. Up until then, everything was like a dream, made possible by my youthful passion, without any help or sponsorship, starting with zero capital. And from that moment on, the hell of my life began.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
I thought everything was going according to my plans, but I was now facing the true challenge of life. When I realized I was in a war of ‘social life’ filled with lies, greed, betrayal, and illusions, my life had already fallen into the abyss.
The world felt so cold.
The ‘brothers’ I thought would always stand with me started to drift away one by one, with lies and betrayals that defied my common sense. I was weak-hearted like a fool and was in grave pain. Feeling my limitations far from enough to rush into the world with a naive, mere ‘dream’, I began to turn my back on the world and everybody in it.
Half fortunately, half cruelly, somehow, time passed.
It was such a dark and lonely stretch, but even in that miserable period,
I still held onto the glimpse of warmth and gratefulness and refused to let go.
Why? Family. It had always been my family who kept me going, so I tried to stay alive somehow for them. For us.
I realized that to heal my life, I had to heal myself first, and to heal my inner self, I decided to make music again. I thought that music, which was only about dreams, joy, and happiness when I was young, could still be a means of saving and rebuilding me. Now I'm much older, but more than ever, I’m making music with a grateful heart.
Maybe a little too late, but still, here’s my first solo album.
An album filled with life. THE LIFE ALBUM.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Everyone's putting in the maximum effort just to get through life. Society has its momentum, making things feel unavoidable. I've also been trying my best, always aiming for big things since I was young. But honestly, it’s just been failure after failure after failure, and I’m kinda tired now.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Now, since this album is called THE LIFE ALBUM, I'm gonna look back on my life a bit. Growing up, my family was neither particularly rich nor poor, but one thing was for sure that we were a close-knit, harmonious, and affectionate family.
My father, who passed away about two years ago, was a diplomatic ambassador. Now, everyone thinks we were a very wealthy family when they hear about this, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case at all.
However, we had the opportunity to travel around the world and live in different countries since my childhood. But there was a lot more racism back then. It may be hard to believe now, but many people didn't even know that Korea was a country and usually assumed that I was either Japanese or Chinese. Anyway, thanks to that, my family was able to bond more closely. Since we only had each other.
But still, there were many disadvantages to growing up as a young kid. First of all, I couldn't make true, long-term friends. As soon as I became close to them, I had to leave for another country. And since the Internet wasn't really there, once I left abroad, it was almost impossible to contact or meet again.
So from then on, I started to treat music as my best friend. Saving up my allowance and buying CDs was the best thing in my life at that time. I was especially fascinated by Wu-Tang and even worshipped them. When I returned to Korea, I had a big dream to create a Korean Wu-Tang Clan, and in late 1999, I returned to Korea alone and started to put that dream into action.
I started to gather colleagues, and before I knew it, we’d formed a large clan of over like 30 people. I burned my youth performing at clubs and events, and I wanted to become a professional producer and create a music label.
I majored in design in college to design albums and make music videos, and I actually ended up establishing an indie label right after I graduated. I produced albums for various artists of various genres and even appeared on famous music shows in Korea at the time. Up until then, everything was like a dream, made possible by my youthful passion, without any help or sponsorship, starting with zero capital. And from that moment on, the hell of my life began.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
I thought everything was going according to my plans, but I was now facing the true challenge of life. When I realized I was in a war of ‘social life’ filled with lies, greed, betrayal, and illusions, my life had already fallen into the abyss.
The world felt so cold.
The ‘brothers’ I thought would always stand with me started to drift away one by one, with lies and betrayals that defied my common sense. I was weak-hearted like a fool and was in grave pain. Feeling my limitations far from enough to rush into the world with a naive, mere ‘dream’, I began to turn my back on the world and everybody in it.
Half fortunately, half cruelly, somehow, time passed.
It was such a dark and lonely stretch, but even in that miserable period,
I still held onto the glimpse of warmth and gratefulness and refused to let go.
Why? Family. It had always been my family who kept me going, so I tried to stay alive somehow for them. For us.
I realized that to heal my life, I had to heal myself first, and to heal my inner self, I decided to make music again. I thought that music, which was only about dreams, joy, and happiness when I was young, could still be a means of saving and rebuilding me. Now I'm much older, but more than ever, I’m making music with a grateful heart.
Maybe a little too late, but still, here’s my first solo album.
An album filled with life. THE LIFE ALBUM.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Everyone's putting in the maximum effort just to get through life. Society has its momentum, making things feel unavoidable. I've also been trying my best, always aiming for big things since I was young. But honestly, it’s just been failure after failure after failure, and I’m kinda tired now.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Now, since this album is called THE LIFE ALBUM, I'm gonna look back on my life a bit. Growing up, my family was neither particularly rich nor poor, but one thing was for sure that we were a close-knit, harmonious, and affectionate family.
My father, who passed away about two years ago, was a diplomatic ambassador. Now, everyone thinks we were a very wealthy family when they hear about this, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case at all.
However, we had the opportunity to travel around the world and live in different countries since my childhood. But there was a lot more racism back then. It may be hard to believe now, but many people didn't even know that Korea was a country and usually assumed that I was either Japanese or Chinese. Anyway, thanks to that, my family was able to bond more closely. Since we only had each other.
But still, there were many disadvantages to growing up as a young kid. First of all, I couldn't make true, long-term friends. As soon as I became close to them, I had to leave for another country. And since the Internet wasn't really there, once I left abroad, it was almost impossible to contact or meet again.
So from then on, I started to treat music as my best friend. Saving up my allowance and buying CDs was the best thing in my life at that time. I was especially fascinated by Wu-Tang and even worshipped them. When I returned to Korea, I had a big dream to create a Korean Wu-Tang Clan, and in late 1999, I returned to Korea alone and started to put that dream into action.
I started to gather colleagues, and before I knew it, we’d formed a large clan of over like 30 people. I burned my youth performing at clubs and events, and I wanted to become a professional producer and create a music label.
I majored in design in college to design albums and make music videos, and I actually ended up establishing an indie label right after I graduated. I produced albums for various artists of various genres and even appeared on famous music shows in Korea at the time. Up until then, everything was like a dream, made possible by my youthful passion, without any help or sponsorship, starting with zero capital. And from that moment on, the hell of my life began.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
I thought everything was going according to my plans, but I was now facing the true challenge of life. When I realized I was in a war of ‘social life’ filled with lies, greed, betrayal, and illusions, my life had already fallen into the abyss.
The world felt so cold.
The ‘brothers’ I thought would always stand with me started to drift away one by one, with lies and betrayals that defied my common sense. I was weak-hearted like a fool and was in grave pain. Feeling my limitations far from enough to rush into the world with a naive, mere ‘dream’, I began to turn my back on the world and everybody in it.
Half fortunately, half cruelly, somehow, time passed.
It was such a dark and lonely stretch, but even in that miserable period,
I still held onto the glimpse of warmth and gratefulness and refused to let go.
Why? Family. It had always been my family who kept me going, so I tried to stay alive somehow for them. For us.
I realized that to heal my life, I had to heal myself first, and to heal my inner self, I decided to make music again. I thought that music, which was only about dreams, joy, and happiness when I was young, could still be a means of saving and rebuilding me. Now I'm much older, but more than ever, I’m making music with a grateful heart.
Maybe a little too late, but still, here’s my first solo album.
An album filled with life. THE LIFE ALBUM.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.
Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I wanted too much.
Maybe I dreamed the wrong things, but…I tried. I tried.
Maybe I took the wrong way. Maybe I walked the wrong fate.
Maybe I’ll never make it, but…I am grateful.