The thick layer of snow that gently caressed the city started to melt and as it did, this beautiful mist rolled off the silent mounds of snow and filled the air. Driving to the studio I couldn't help but feel a calm excitement as a subtle whirlwind of ideas drifted round my head. It's times like these that I love to just let go, sit down at a piano or keyboard and just let melodies come out of me, not judging them, not silencing them. I just play and make recordings like this one and review it a couple of days later to see if the melody still moves me. It's part of the process of writing a song, a lovely process that takes some time. A lovely process that softly fills the day.
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I can hear something there...This could be something really interesting and obviously amazing and calm and so on...I can hear the base and some sort of tight beat behind it also.
That's beautiful man =) Can I sample this?? Kiddin. Your EP's gonna be amazing. Love the stuff you produce. Keep it up!
Ciao bello, in Berlin it's snowing and I am listening to "III". It matchs perfectly with what is happening outside my flat and inside myself.
A big hug, M.
this is why I adore you.
This blog is such an amazing idea. I love it! It makes your music so much more personal and real. Thanks!!!
Contrary to a previous comment, I hear no beat whatsoever. No drums. Your voice would float above it smoothly. Minimalism works here. Watching you channel that music was beautiful..
Thanks for doing this blog! It's adds more depth to what I hear when I listen to your albums.
You're so good.
Watching this after a 12 hour night shift at the hospital, while lying in my bed before i go to sleep, made my heart hurt. in a good way. You're touching.
thank you for this
I am very sorry I never learned to appreciate you more when I first met you many years ago in Toronto. I prejudged you and assumed that you were like you friends at that Milk Party - only interested in being cool and who you were connected to...no more Eaton Centre pick ups...I shouldn't have listened to your friend. Listening to your music makes me realise how much deeper and sensitive you are - I should have known. I am sorry I didn't listen to you...I am sorry I didn't see you for the deeper soul that you are...perhaps, one day our paths will cross again under different circumstances...
Hey Anonymous... the milk parties huh, and what did my friend say that you should not have listened to? I am curious as to who you are now.
It doesnt matter what they said or who I am. I enjoy your music and that's what matters. Your musics heartfelt and sensitive and sincere. I was told you were a player, out to get with as many beautiful women as possible and climb the social scale. But in your sound I hear more than that, something deeper, a life under the surface thats longing for depth and beauty. Real vs fake. Those people were a mix. I dont know. Im glad to know you're sound is real. Something inside. Alive and real. I don't want to write things of the sort on your blog about yesterday becuae this work is beautiful.
I'm not sure who wrote that above...but it wasn't me. I wrote the original posting about the "Milk" thing...
Actually I wasn't told you were a player...it was actually much more "subtle"...but it doesn't really matter...what matters is that you are creating great music that has depth - something that isn't appreciated enough...
I'm glad you are pursuing your dreams and doing what you are passionate about...you're music is very soothing and "deep"...coming from a space within you that I feel is very true to who you actually are...
I don't really know you well (nor do I think you know me well - we only met for a brief moment in time)...just heard bits about you every so often...it was only by pure chance recently that I heard your music and started speaking to someone who knew you when you were a child...
Good luck in your pursuits...I feel you are on the verge of something...
Your music is very atmospheric and I could see being part of a soundtrack...
Thank you for having the courage to follow your dreams and passions - not giving up...
As I have noted earlier - hopefully, our paths will cross again under more "mature" circumstances that isn't so pretentious and artificial...
Take Care...
Apparently 7 degrees of separation is what links us from knowing anyone in the world...
knew me as a child... who could that be?
...it doesn't matter...
I'm just very happy that I could say I knew you (sort of...)...
Keep living your dream and hopefully one day our paths will cross...
Take Care...
Please read the book "Story of the Eye" by Georges Bataille. Maybe, you have already read it...your thoughts?
Maybe we will cross paths soon...
S....
The book is pretty dark...
My mum plays the piano like this - as in just playing chords, experimenting. I remember cold days when it was real snowy outside and she would sit and play for hours. I would paint in my room and listen to her upstairs. Now I live in LA there and are no seasons, no real music, no real moments, no mum. Music is my escape. When I listen I remember things that I would not have otherwise. I see things that I would never have noticed. And THAT is why I listen to you among other lovely artists as I paint - so I can reference the images in my head. *sighs*
Thanks for posting.
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