My album is out today on all platforms. This music is inspired by listening to Wilco, Kurt Vile, Andy Shauf, Kevin Morby, Jonathan Wilson, Real Estate, and other alternative folk/rock/indie artists.
Last year, when the world slowed down, I found myself looking inwards and remembering the past. I see my friendships shift in shape, my relationships ebb and flow, and the ground I’m standing on is moving beneath my feet. This record is an introspective dive, pinpointing the moment I recognised a consistency within me that fights to contradict my life in stasis. Beneath the skin deep layers there is an engine: sometimes idle, but never stalling. This motor propels me with a musical momentum. It compels me to speak my truth, words encircled in melody.
I asked my friend Hannah to draw this concept.
The process of recording this music is much indebted to a number of longterm collaborating partners:
Firstly, all of the drums and percussion instruments that you hear were lent to me freely by Aidan Poland. Without unrestricted access to his beautiful drum kit, I never could have captured these rhythms.
All of the keyboards and synthesised FX were produced using equipment loaned to me by Matt G. With the exception of tinkering in humble bedroom studio setup, all of the sounds were captured using Matt’s space where I had unfiltered access to microphones, a computer workstation, and most importantly: silence.
The entire record has been subjected to the fine-toothed audio engineering prowess of my good friend David McLaughlin. Dave took my tangled mess of a record and made it shine bright.
Special thanks also goes to Maria Toase,, who recorded me acoustically when I was somewhat lost, wandering between disbeliefs, and reminded me to believe in myself. The acoustic music from that session form the bones of the track “Killing Time” paired with instrumental layers that I added almost a year later.
We all walk a path but rarely do we watch where we are going. Without these individuals’ advice and collaboration I would never have achieved what, for me, is a monumental line in the sand along the shores of my dreamworld.