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You sing in the choir. You lead worship. You arrange the a capella set. People hand you a chord chart and you fake it. Someone passes you a piece with rhythmic notation and you nod and watch their hands. You tell yourself it’s just a hobby — that real musicians went to conservatory, and you didn’t, so this is fine.
You’re not a hobbyist. You’re a musician who was never given the alphabet.
Why Himig exists
Choir member at our college chapel. Singer-songwriter on campus. Read notation “a little” — enough to pretend, not enough to write down the song I heard in my head. Seven years calling myself a musician while quietly believing the lie that I wasn’t a real one.
2020. A friend tutored me one-on-one over Zoom for the College of Music audition. In six weeks he handed me the alphabet — note names, intervals, scales. I sat with two feelings at once. Gratitude that he gave it to me. Rage that nobody else was getting this.
So I tried to fix it. Built a teachers’ marketplace. The business didn’t survive. I stopped school. The vision went quiet because the tools didn’t exist and I couldn’t build it alone.
The thing I’d needed in 2020 finally exists. Himig as you see it now was written in two weeks — not because I’m fast, but because I waited six years for the tools that let one person do the work of forty.
By day 7
Three minutes of practice a day. Note names at ♩= 60. Out loud. The page that has always felt like a wall starts to feel like a door.
This is the exact moment I had on my friend’s Zoom call in 2020 — the moment notation stopped being a wall and started being a door. Small enough to deliver in seven days. Big enough that “I just play by ear” is no longer something you apologize for.
You played by ear because you had to. From Day 7, you play by ear AND read. That’s a real musician. That’s what you’ve always been.