Hey Sarina... Did You Really Clean Toilets for a Free Room in Atlanta?
I landed in Atlanta with two suitcases and one contact who wasn't answering. What saved me wasn't the music industry. It was a mop.
Hey Sarina... Did You Really Move to America Alone?
I busked through a German winter with a €20 speaker and an unreasonable amount of confidence. It bought me a ticket to America. All of it is true.
Hey Sarina...Did You Really Cross Europe for a five-minute conversation?
Some trips you plan. This one planned me. Paris, and the detour I didn't see coming. All of it is true.
Hey Sarina... Did You Really Sneak Into a Seminar You Weren't Allowed to Attend?
One flyer on a wall. One Grammy-winning producer. One organization that told me I wasn't allowed to come. I showed up anyway. All of it is true.
We're Live. ☕️
Hey Sarina... Did Your Music School Really Tell You To Quit Music?
My music school couldn't figure out what shelf to put me on. The principal suggested a day job. Two floors down, Martin Garrix was making beats.
Hi, I'm Sarina.
The short answer to "What do you do?" depends on when you ask. The longer answer is why this website exists. Honest tales from a life uniquely lived. So pour yourself a cup of tea, pull up a chair, and get comfortable. I've probably already made the mistake you're about to make.