Sonntag, 11. Januar 2015

lied zum sonntag: mother

——— sitting here mostly in front of a computer screen with headphones on so the rest of the household doesn't have to get bored of my tunes. Making my way between 3 old laptops and 4 hard-drives full of the last few years of recordings - finding old and making new files and trying to fix it all up into something resembling a new album ———

Sonntag, 4. Januar 2015

lied zum sonntag: January, At The Fireside (A Major)

A little corner of peaceful bliss, the night dressed in twilight; the little fire is dying in the fireplace, and the candle has burned out. Alexander Pushkin

Freitag, 2. Januar 2015

Thus spoke Arvo Pärt :::

Tintinnabulation is an area I sometimes wander into when I am searching for answers - in my life, my music, my work. In my dark hours, I have the certain feeling that everything outside this one thing has no meaning. The complex and many-facetted only confuses me, and I must search for unity. What is it, this one thing, and how do I find my way to it? Traces of this perfect thing appear in many guises - and everything that is unimportant falls away. Tintinnabulation is like this. Here I am alone with silence. I have discovered that it is enough when a single note is beautifully played. This one note, or a silent beat, or a moment of silence, comfort me. I work with very few elements - with one voice, with two voices. I build with the most primitive materials - with the triad, with one specific tonality. The three notes of a triad are like bells. And that is why I called it tintinnabulation.