Crazy days…

… anchored now and then by playing the music and making the reeds. Reeds start at 6 a.m. and then life clamours, with finally a respite for practising after midnight.

I am grateful to live in houses and with people who allow such strange hours.

Late as it is, my thoughts return to my old house and the marvellous geometry of echos that it produced… I prepared for all of my solo recording in that house and loved the living quality of the reverberations. I prefer to record in vibrant acoustics rather than in muffled studios.