whale bones
Grey dreaming on an windy coast. The sky pulls against itself, clouds creating small vortex’s for as far as can be seen, shifting and churning in counterpoint with the crashing waves. They stretch out tall and long, like the ocean’s own thoughts…but they are not like mine, which always crash back to earth. Plummeting soundlessly and lying in heaps upon an empty beach.
The first track from a forthcoming small collection of semi-improvised piano works. They were conceived loosely as concepts set in a particular key, rhythm, tonal structure or quality, and in some cases just a ‘feeling’, then recorded immediately with little preparation.
The recordings predate the EP, but have never been released. They are being given slight gloss up and a rearranged running order. It looks like there’ll be at least six pieces included of an original thirteen, possibly more, enough to make up another tiny EP which should be available some time over the next couple of weeks.
