Wim Lasoen was born in Bruges, Belgium, in 1972. He is a composer, conductor, multi-instrumentalist and above all an agogic strategist who's well up in other disciplines such as dance, photography, digital and visual arts, and several intellectual domains such as (mainly eastern) philosophy and literature.
In his childhood Wim became acquainted with the inspiring interests and the library of his highly intelligent father and the musical hobbies from both mom and dad. Nevertheless, growing up was not easy; the family was relatively poor (first telephone in the house when Wim was 16 years old) and threatened by his dad's health problems. Military marches, Mozart, Rimsky-Korsakov and Ralph Vaughan Williams, Elvis, Pat Boone and Harry Belafonte coming from his parents' very old and dreadful sounding turntable still always kept feeding optimism, as did the births of sister Isolde when Wim was 7 and brother Kenneth another 6 years later. All three children - whose favorite gameplay together was playing records and even acting as if running their own radio-station - read books and learned to play music as if it had to be a natural cause of being born, like eating, sleeping, breathing.
In his pre-adolescence Wim excelled studying modern languages and Latin at junior high school, and attended a music academy to study the piano, cello, trumpet, musical theory and percussion, and another academy for visual arts. Regardless of his many interests and flirting with other possibilities like wanting to be an archeologist, historian or master in literature or psychology, he sticks to his boyhood dream; becoming a musician.
At the tender age of fifteen he conducted his first ensemble. No more than a year later he founded a small brass and percussion ensemble. He was only nineteen when he was first engaged by a 'big' fanfare orchestra to be its conductor.From 1990 to 1993 he studied Musical Theory, Conducting, Jazz Ensemble and especially Percussion at the Royal Conservatoire of Brussels. That is when, studying with Robert Van Sice, he fell in love with the marimba. At this time though, his father Danny had nearly given up the fight against depression and sickness; the beginning of a taxing time for the family. Wim imagined he had to protect his beloved ones and tried to commit himself to be the better head of the family. In reality, he failed - of course - and did not see he had begun inheriting the problems of his father as to become his own. His relatively young teachers at the Conservatoire of Brussels – who can blame them? - lost their trust and belief in Wim, seeing only his many absences and increasingly irregular studying habits. Eventually this led to a sabbatical year in which he earned a little money as an administrative assistant at an electronics store. This was his chance to buy his first (digital) piano. He was twenty-one years old by then.