My dystopian thinking. The human race has wiped itself out and miraculously ended up in heaven. Egotistically I imagine being the spokesman for the deceased humans and I speak to God. This is that conversation.
Solo Music
Out of the blue an ol' mucker Toby Banks (Mumbo) posted something very dear to me on social media. In our conversation Tobe mentioned that he performs a song of mine that I had forgotten I wrote called 'The Wings of a Butterfly'. Tobe had a recording of him singing it from 30 years ago. He sang it beautifully. I 'grabbed' his vocals and did this!
I thought I'd try to cheer us up by writing a little 2 minute waltz.
When you're tired, how do you 'still' your mind? This time I sat at the piano and imagined the restorative nature of natural, fresh, running water. This piece emerged, off the cuff as usual. A friend, John Batey, posted a photo of a local 'beauty spot' Golitha Falls, perfect! With his kind permission I used it for the artwork.
I was in the field with my horses doing 'thinking'. About the world situation, my health, my friend Matthi whose cancer has returned for the third time. I wrote a lullaby for the child in us all asking to be comforted. I wrote it in Cornish, the language of Matthi and I.
I do ramble on sometimes, verbally! I let my mind take its own path and explore some rabbit holes. I do it sat at the piano as well, like this. No real direction or form, just letting my hands do their own thing.
This solo piano piece is about identity and belonging. In this case I’m celebrating a vibrant plant that dominates much of the wilder landscape of Cornwall. In the Cornish language it’s called ‘eythin’, in English ‘gorse’ or ‘furze’, we called them ‘fuzzy bushes’ as children.
A track composed specifically for a brief called 'Nocturnal Landscapes'. It was accepted however an administrative error by me meant it was unsigned, to my advantage. I'm now releasing it!
An email to my parents:
Did you see Toby’s post? He said he played the track to his wife and cried through it. This made me quite tearful too. I was sat at the piano when I read it and wrote this piece immediately. I call it ‘After the Tears have Fallen’.