This is where you and I meet musically. At the intersection of memory and fantasy.
It’s a state I want to celebrate and consolidate. I don’t care if that sounds too profound for you. Whatever happened to me, was my trial by fire.
A purgatory that made me discover the essence of breathing.
Mastering my breathing became the tool that allowed me to give full expression of my inner thoughts. The way I breathe allows me to speed up, prolong or redefine the narration of my work. Breathing, and circular breathing in particular, has become my mantra.
Strong and relentless. A ceaseless quest for improvement.
The saxophone became my weapon of choice. When I breathe life into it, the saxophone provides the sounds of my imagination. No matter how obscure and abstract these sounds are, they are the sounds of my reality.
The most beautiful sound I ever heard, was provoked by one of my earliest memories.
A sound I yet cannot describe. It touched me to the core. Unsettling as it was, it made me feel alive, raw and pure.
When you ask me why most of my works reject melody as such, I would say: we don’t live in an environment that surrounds us with pure intentions. All we can do, is distill our own set of values from the slew of impressions that engulf us on a daily basis.
There is no rational conclusion in the end, only references that keep the mind in awe.
Imaginative, abstract and omnipresent.
As you have gathered by now, my music deals with memory.
Musically, I want to provoke and prevent remembering it all. Opening gateways to what was forgotten or repressed. Only now accompanied by the timbre, the vibrancy and imagination of my present incarnation.
I dare you to join me.