I’m a flute player by trade. It’s always been so easy for me. I’m a technical whizz at it, but I choose to play my style, which is very simple.
Logic says I can’t play piano to save myself, yet it seems to be something within me.
Piano is very easy for me – there’s so unpacking and packing away, there’s no warm up to get in tune, and I don’t have to edit the hell out of it with a bazillion tracks to create something full and beautiful.
I heart my flute, but when I feel like something short and sweet, I sit down at the piano.
Whatever I play, is always improvised.
About 5 or 6 years ago I made a commitment to myself that I would only play my music, my way.
No more rehearsing. No more classical greats. Just the raw truth that speaks through my soul.
Every gig since then had been this way – and it’s been exactly as I knew it would and should be – Simple, beautiful, in flow and in tune with the expression of my soul.
Today it was raining heavily. I love these days when it’s cold, and all you can do is turn the heater on, and drink tea while staring out the window. It’s so introspective and perfect after a long summer outdoors.
I was super lazy and just recorded this from my phone. I turned it up towards the end so you can hear more of the rain.