Let this be the icon of my decay
IAll at the wall all at once. A life’s work along a hidden path, mattress-covered masterpieces, or predictable clutter from an overactive under disciplined imagination? Or both? Or neither, more the mundane mediocrity of an artist neither starving nor manic enough to devote himself entirely to the derivative monuments to the Cannon compiled relentlessly for decades… Is he brave or blind in putting it all out for consumption, criticism, validation as garbage to genius
And everything between
The Daily Dump
Relentlessly random without any pattern, timeline, or theme. Every 24 hrs something new drops in this slot. Each daily entry will fall on the wheel as it is replaced by the new. What’s the wheel? It’s coming,
No one to follow
And nothing to teach
Except that the goal
Falls short of the reach
Leonard Cohen
Not a cover band, not a tribute “act” but an active pursuit in the furtherance of an idea. That pointlessness is the point. Knowing nothing, we figure it out.
These are the days that end in “Why”
Why do I do what I do? Why should it matter to you? What makes someone an artist? The willingness to be one. It is that simple, nothing needs to be seen or heard or sold, it need only be created. What is it about sharing art? The narcissism in seeing someone enjoy your creation? The gift of understanding from the listener, the viewer or reader? The need to understand there are common chords of knowing that resonate in us all and that for just a moment suspended in time you can cause it to ring through the individual into the whole.
“The piano keys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind”
Maria Cristina Mena
Collections
Instrumental chill to no apologies hard rock, cinematic soundtracks to tango, singer song writer to classically inspired piano. Every project is true to itself - often surprising and lyrically intriguing.