Hotel Neon
Deprivation
“… I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon… I never felt sadder in my life…”
“… I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon… I never felt sadder in my life…”
“… heartwrenching melancholia that walks the scale in search of resolution, peace, and rest…”
As promised in my entry just a few days ago, here’s the second half of all …
“… as delicate as it is restless, the breadth of instrumentation and influences comes to life across the sonic space and printed page…”
“… when I start working on an album, I don’t stop until it is ready… it is the only thing I think about…”
“… forever retaining those short precious moments that seem to be held in the memories of our past…”
“… a collection of sonic experiments created with no intended end-game or expectations…”
“… I do not have a concrete strategy. I would say it is more philosophy. I try to avoid too much knowledge; that way, I can keep up a playful approach…”
“… how thoroughly unprepared we are for something almost all of us will experience…”