Chris Rucks

With in-depth knowledge of the life of aspiring producers, I happen to know that any man who aspires to produce records fulltime is slightly batshit - a functioning lunatic - a necessary quality to dedicate yourself to such a task and lifestyle. That's because, becoming a producer means a life of hardship, challenges, failures and defeat, until one day, if you work very hard and you're a little lucky, the clouds part and the luminescent rays of opportunity graciously shine upon you. But, to be a woman aspiring to be a fulltime producer, you're not slightly batshit, you are fully deranged - padded rooms, jackets that help you hug yourself, and detailed conversations with your invisible friend Selma.

Over the last decade, the craft of production has exploded upon populace like a creative virus while plummeting technological costs have allowed many to enthusiastically embrace their infections, and year by year, more of this population is female. Yes, if you peer closely, looking just beyond the hoards of beards and mustaches, listening intently to sift through cacophony of baritone voices, as you squint intensely, you'll notice a few smooth, beautiful faces, and that hairy chests are replaced by Victoria Secret push-up bras.

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With in-depth knowledge of the life of aspiring producers, I happen to know that any man who aspires to produce records fulltime is slightly batshit - a functioning lunatic - a necessary quality to dedicate yourself to such a task and lifestyle. That's because, becoming a producer means a life of hardship, challenges, failures and defeat, until one day, if you work very hard and you're a little lucky, the clouds part and the luminescent rays of opportunity graciously shine upon you. But, to be a woman aspiring to be a fulltime producer, you're not slightly batshit, you are fully deranged - padded rooms, jackets that help you hug yourself, and detailed conversations with your invisible friend Selma.

Over the last decade, the craft of production has exploded upon populace like a creative virus while plummeting technological costs have allowed many to enthusiastically embrace their infections, and year by year, more of this population is female. Yes, if you peer closely, looking just beyond the hoards of beards and mustaches, listening intently to sift through cacophony of baritone voices, as you squint intensely, you'll notice a few smooth, beautiful faces, and that hairy chests are replaced by Victoria Secret push-up bras.

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With in-depth knowledge of the life of aspiring producers, I happen to know that any man who aspires to produce records fulltime is slightly batshit - a functioning lunatic - a necessary quality to dedicate yourself to such a task and lifestyle. That's because, becoming a producer means a life of hardship, challenges, failures and defeat, until one day, if you work very hard and you're a little lucky, the clouds part and the luminescent rays of opportunity graciously shine upon you. But, to be a woman aspiring to be a fulltime producer, you're not slightly batshit, you are fully deranged - padded rooms, jackets that help you hug yourself, and detailed conversations with your invisible friend Selma.

Over the last decade, the craft of production has exploded upon populace like a creative virus while plummeting technological costs have allowed many to enthusiastically embrace their infections, and year by year, more of this population is female. Yes, if you peer closely, looking just beyond the hoards of beards and mustaches, listening intently to sift through cacophony of baritone voices, as you squint intensely, you'll notice a few smooth, beautiful faces, and that hairy chests are replaced by Victoria Secret push-up bras.

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