After my wife’s passing, music for the next three years was an irrefutable therapy for someone who had no voice.

I found my voice. I found myself again.

That’s why HoldingMusic exists. We surface songs made with new tools into real rooms — cafés, hotels, studios, venues — and we pay the artist when their songs are heard. We don’t take rights. We don’t take what isn’t ours.

That’s all this is.

RIP, Maybel. I know you’re dancing to the music in heaven.