I’ll let you in on a little secret, BERRY in the BOX is yours truly: Dominic Sas. If you’ve been around the Belgian music scene since the days when hair mousse was a basic food group, you may have heard the name before. If not, no worries—I have the photos to prove I existed in the 1980s. Consider it fair warning: I didn’t have shoulder pads, but my glasses had lenses so thick you could use them to focus sunlight and start a fire. That and a truly questionable mullet may be involved.

Back in the day, I was one of those lucky (or unlucky?) souls who surfed the New Beat wave just as it hit Belgium’s shores. My most well-known claim to fame being The Sound of C by Confetti’s.

Later, I dipped my toe—okay, both feet—into Eurodance. And somehow, some way, a few of those tracks still manage to pop up on retro playlists. I’d love to say they aged like fine wine. Reality? More like lukewarm cava at a wedding party, but hey—we all did what we had to do to get the dance floor moving.

Around the turn of the millennium, I quietly stepped away from the music world. The creative joy was still there, but the business side had started to feel like a really persistent hangover. So I traded my sampler for a coffee roaster and spent the next 20 years roasting beans instead of beats. No regrets. I mastered caffeine and the art of a proper espresso—though, oddly, not the art of sleeping.

But guess what? The fun is back. The passion, the flow, the giddy joy of twisting knobs and layering sounds until something clicks—that spark has returned. And unlike my 1980s wardrobe, that never goes out of style.

BERRY in the BOX is my reboot. A digital studio in a beautifully tuned acoustic space, running almost entirely from one laptop. It’s lean, clean, and plugin-powered. I come from an era where “track editing” involved actual scissors, sticky tape, and nerves of steel. Ctrl+Z didn’t exist—just regret. And honestly, I don’t miss that part.

But here’s a twist: since I’m rebuilding my network from scratch (sadly, the vocalists I worked with in 1989 are either retired or running yoga retreats), I’ve turned to Splice for voices. Yes, Splice. The place where thousands of vocal snippets live, waiting to be turned into something new. Some might sneer. I say: bless them. Thanks to Splice, I’ve been able to dive back into music without waiting six months for a vocalist to answer an email. Or ghost me. Or ask to be paid in crypto.
True, I don’t have full ownership of these vocals—anyone with a Splice subscription can use them. And that’s okay. It’s 2025. We remix, we reimagine, we repurpose. I’m even curious to see who else flips the same lines into something wild and wonderful. It’s like musical parallel universes. Or karaoke, but way cooler.

So that’s me. BERRY in the BOX. Aka Dominic Sas. Back in the game, making music for the joy of it. No label meetings, no dress codes, and—thankfully—less hairspray.

Let’s make some noise!