I've been making music for 12 years now. At the age of 8 I found that one thing that gave me peace of mind and let me express myself, my feelings and my ideas.
As a kid on the spectrum, I've never really knew anything besides noise, colors, dreams. I was never accepted by society simply because I was living in my bubble. As I grew, I became depressed that I had all these things in me that nobody saw. I started to slow on the music, on school, I started to hate the person I was until one day Tommy came into my life.
He showed me that I can be loved and accepted for the first time, of course my parents loved me like every parents would. But I never had faith that someone will see a value in me until he came to my life and opened my eyes to the REAL world.
The next 7 years were a journey that shaped me as a person, as an artist, taught me good and bad.
One morning, one last breathe and I lost my friend, son, brother that I had along my way.
I promised myself I won't stop there. I had to keep the legacy and keep who I am, who I was shaped to be. I know that's what he wanted.
The 17th August 2019, Destroyer was born.
7th September, waking up deaf in my left ear. As a musician with a career, this clearly wasn’t a good sign. Emergency room, it’s nerve hearing loss. Prednisone steroids treatment starts. While everyone making jokes about me getting jacked, I’m starting to realize this isn’t the nice kind of steroids.
A week full of anger, anxiety, depression and losing myself has ended, and after another hearing test, I got my hearing back. The steroids worked.
14th September, after getting the news of me NOT being deaf anymore, a more serious concern came into the table. I was sent for an emergency brain MRI.
You see, most cases of Prednisone and nerve hearing loss ends in a brain tumor pressing the ear and causing hearing loss/ deafness.
So after this crazy month, a fear for a heavier fight has started. Counting the days to get a Brain MRI with an emergency title on top. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have the chance to continue the journey. Everything I worked for and everything I planned for my life after The Hunt has started.
22th September, it is time to get a brain MRI. won’t lie, I never went through anything like that, and even making blood tests for me was pretty terrifying, but for some reason, I didn’t fear anything that day. I just let life do it’s thing and bring me the results.
Happily, the results came in and I had no tumours in my brain. I felt the sun shining again, and it was time to pack my stuff because my flight to Los Angeles was 3 days away.
The big move. I’ve been dreaming about that since I was so young, To be living by my own, Make it to the USA.
At just 19 years old, I moved to America by myself, having everything I had far away on the other side of the planet.
Try Hard represent the hunger inside, how I’m ready to do anything to get to where I deserve to be in my career. The industry has never been easy on me- but recently the justice came by.
Living in Israel had me stuck for years. It is time to move on and try hard.
Moving to Los Angeles at the age of 19 alone got me facing home sickness, anxiety, fears of failure. City full of people that is trying to get to the same place I do in different ways. The hunger game is real.
Sometimes coming from a small country that you “dominated” to a major country/city, can mix your feelings. Roller coaster is real. Dead Alive represent how intense this city is. You can wake up full of fear, and have an amazing meeting about your future the same day and go to sleep feeling great.
In 2019 I reunited with my fellow marine life brother. Our passion and plans blended perfectly, and we were building art and ideas that is coming to reality right now. Destroyer couldn’t happen without The Hunt.
Leading to me moving to the US to live together, to us touring the world together, and giving opportunities to smaller artists now. Just the way I like it, this story has ended with a happy ending. Or… did it just started? Is it the first episode? I don’t know. But we will let time speak.
Music is more than sound.