Sunday, February 17, 2013

Just another fucking crossroad.

Of all The Terrors I find Doubts to be most frightening.

Friday, February 15, 2013


In Pierre, however, that comet with its long luminous tail aroused no feeling of fear. On the contrary he gazed joyfully, his eyes moist with tears, at this bright comet which, having traveled in its orbit with inconceivable velocity through immeasurable space, seemed suddenly—like an arrow piercing the earth—to remain fixed in a chosen spot, vigorously holding its tail erect, shining and displaying its white light amid countless other scintillating stars. It seemed to Pierre that this comet fully responded to what was passing in his own softened and uplifted soul, now blossoming into a new life.

Monday, February 11, 2013


I am learning to be patient.

The songs expand into new and exciting things.

I'm really happy with where this is going.

Copenhagen is locked, though yet to be booked.

I am focused. Discipline is key.

I am devoted to this.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Day 1.

I set out three years ago on a musical journey. Everything that has happened since then has been because of my guitar. Or the relationship between the guitar and myself. Family and friends made in many, many countries of the world. Places I had never dreamed of visiting.

It was an education I set out to immerse myself in.

But it has never been without direction.

This year will be the year I complete my training and make something special.

I feel it. The Universe feels right.

I will write a sporadic diary.

This is Day 1.

I am sitting in the most incredible house. A dream come true. A country house in the city with a giant jacaranda in the yard, an oversize cat, a farmhouse kitchen and a music studio.

My job lasts until May 23 and in that time I have to decide where to record, though I am leaning toward Copenhagen where my brothers live.

I have the pencil sketches of the first 5 songs.


The horse 
sacrifices itself
in order 
for us 
to feel free.