The shooting of the documentary is nearly done. Now the editing process begins. I commend Rene and his cohorts Martin and Mike on the great job. When the film is ready the news will be posted here of course.
I am also putting the finishing touches on Quintessence which will be the title of the new album. The new record is basically a collection of 16 tracks of mostly new things I have written and recorded in the past 12 months. The recording should be available by April.
On a personal note, I will try to make my blogs much more of a regular thing in 2015. Since most of my life is spent listening to and thinking about music no one should be surprised if that is the general subject I select.
Lately, I have been listening a lot to Chopin and Moritz Moszkowski. I very much relate to both of these musicians (not just because they are Polish) but because they wrote so prolifically for one instrument, the piano.
Many of the tracks on the new upcoming record are solo acoustic guitar pieces and aside from the usual Django influence these new pieces definitely reflect my interest in Chopin, Ravel, Satie and Moszkowski.
More to be posted soon. Stay tuned.
I have always liked Autumn and Halloween especially holds some fond memories for me. When I was 12 years old I purchased two books that made a big impression on me. One book was The Collected Short Stories of Washington Irving (which included The Legend of Sleepy Hollow) and the other was a collection of poems by Edgar Allan Poe.
That October, under the influence of these two books, I decided to become a writer.
First of all, however, I felt that I needed to have the appropriate accoutrements. So I had my mother sew a black cape for me (she refused to include a red satin lining) and I then fashioned a quill writing utensil by sticking the innards of a ball point pen in a hollowed out feather. For some reason I felt these were things were essential to the creative process.
I now could descend into our basement each night and write macabre poetry by candlelight with the proper ambiance. I filled a notebook with what must have been some truly bad pseudo-gothic poetry that October but I had a great time doing it.
After what seemed like a long stretch of time but in reality was probably only two weeks I grew tired of this endeavor. I discovered that it was very hard work trying to find a word to rhyme with “tomb.”