Mixed All Up

When it comes to life and living, I'm not so sure we're here for a reason. This is both terrifying and enlightening. And if I am here for a reason, well I hope I'm doing the right thing. I like to make music. All different types - like surfboarding through a gentle cave system in the caribbean. Curves, nookes, and always unexpected, I can't predict what I'll make next. I don't follow any particular theme - thoughts arise and I act on those thoughts - I suppose that is how themes are created. I'm not as niche as I make myself out to be. I like using the natural world around me as instrument. I love jazz and I love electronic music. And I like complex percussion. And I like dreamy rhodes and I like big strings and I like swing. I like putting myself into my music, I can describe my tools but not my practice. It is something you need to hear and I can't tell you how to feel, but I do hope you'll like it. Put on some headphones, sit in a cozy chair, take the stuff out of your hands. It's an intimate experience, it should be.