There is a story behind this, but in the interests of
discretion I ought not share it, suffice to say however
that for all of you who may sometimes have feelings of
regret I dedicate this to you. Writing this music has
been a cathartic experience, and I know I am very
fortunate, blessed even, to be able to express my
feelings, happy and sad, with music.
I hope you find comfort in this. Healing takes time,
and on occasion the scars of old wounds are sensitive
to an unexpected touch. Aside from the pleasure that
music may bring, however fanciful it is I think of
music-making as the very plaster I often need to
protect myself from pain. It's a medicine that contains
a blissful irony. It seems that music can
simultaneously express and re-frame one's experiences.
Perhaps indeed, in pain, or through pain, there can be