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

Emotionally driven piano piece from San Diego. Spring Leaves instrumental snippet

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.

Michael Nault songwriter, pianist, composer, producer,

Live, learn, live, forget, live, learn, repeat

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

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Random Numbers

Not Rock, not Jazz. Live single take group recordings of four pieces, entirely unrelated, captured inside a single room - piano, drums, and bass. Played through a genre prism to create engaging sound with intricate and surprising rhythms. More than people playing their parts, this project is all about sonic conversation and the give and take between musicians. A deliciously evocative vocal performance by Tiana Goss uses minimal lyrics to display the full depth and breadth of meaning of the song through a seemingly effortless performance filled with prowess, originality and understatement.

 

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.

 
 

The Last Blood Moon

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An individual effort inspired by the four Blood Moons between April 15th 2014 and September 28 2015. Pianos pads percussion and bass layered one over the other reaching for the infinite create a chill vibe with which to ponder the universe or converse on its meaning. Take it on any level, listen for the detail and variations or simply let it be the soundtrack to your individual moment.

The Brush, Tend to your vices

Michael Nault, Steve Gilliam, Aldo Ynigo, Mike Glover. Rock with a flare for the dramatic. Songs raging from chaotic virtuosity to dirty simple always with ear toward variety. Filled with influences from all corners of rock, its not trying to be anything other than what it is.

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Pieces

Individual releases, collaborations, instrumentals. Always happy, never content, forever seeking the surprising.