Michael Davidson / Profil

Hey the name's Michael, where numbers dance on spreadsheets by day, fueling my bank manager persona. Yet, when the final transaction settles, I shed the formal suit and trade it for the worn jacket of an audio engineer. The market becomes my concerto, charts morphing into instruments, data points transforming into melodies I chase with calculated risks. Even losses become lessons, refining my ear for the next opportunity. But where trading ignites the mind, the studio ignites the soul. Microphones become paintbrushes, frequencies my canvas, as I sculpt emotions into sonic tapestries. Live bands pulsate with raw energy, while films find their voice in intricate soundscapes. Banker, trader, audio engineer – seemingly disparate notes, yet in my life's symphony, they weave a harmonious chord, each enriching the other in a beautiful interplay.