Can you smell snow?

I can smell snow. I can taste it in the night air as I step off the train in this little station in the middle of nowhere. I am going …

Wanderlust addressed

I indicated a short while back that my brain and senses were twitching with what I could only assume was the first stirring of this year’s wanderlust. in the short …

East is the beast

There has been an intriguing series of documentaries on British television regarding the “importance” of the part played on modern western culture by the American west coast.All that footage of …

Torture

The wind has been blowing hard around the House on Big Hill for almost a week now. I am now finding the sound of the gusts whistling around the roof …

To build a fire

As muttered previously, I have thrown all that is familiar up in the air like it was a bad habit. Gone is the familiar path from Wavelab to Cubase to …

To a louse…

Let us not kid ourselves that the “scene” was untainted. The noise, as ever, is beautiful – but check out the dancing and wonder whether you – yes you – …

Desideratum

Ludwig van Beethoven: music is the electric soil in which the spirit lives, thinks, and invents HG began a new piece of work last year called Black Paper after we …

Shoot the pianist!

For some reason this morning I am haunted by an old memory of a place. Ever get that? The sense of a place comes up from your memory so crisp …