Music For Withered Leaves And Lonely Fishtanks
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
“… between melancholy a joy… a totality of all past experiences and inspirations…”
Have you ever walked in the autumn rain? Just like the sunshine warms the breezy beaches, …
“…I find it very useful to invite people to the studio, to listen ‘through their ears’… even without saying a word, you can tell if a piece works or not just by listening together with someone…”
At this point, I assume that even you are tired of me complaining about too much …
“… the sense of nature is in every piece, and from that comes a sense of calm…”
“… melancholy storytelling that rides the waves of sorrow and joy, mystery and honesty, minor and major chords…”