I Like This Wind

I never thought of the broken little fragments of voice and electric guitar as something others would enjoy, it didn’t occur to me. They were private, something I did when I was alone. The songs are minimal, personal, and full of holes. Full of the emptiness between the tones and the loneliness between humans. I like that silence. And the songs are full of anger. Repressed and bitter, and very quiet, most of the time anyways. The songs don’t lie. The feelings are not made up. They still grab me sometimes when I perform; tying up a knot in my throat so I can’t sing. It’s very inconvenient for a singer. But I have nothing to hide behind. No backing band to cover up all the little lumps and bumps that are an integral part of the music at this point. Where the grain of the guitar string ends, that of the voice takes over. The music is naked, and sometimes when I play it’s like being asked to take off my clothes in front of an audience, the songs fluttering vulnerably under that distant regard. And then I wonder why I do it; someone once came to me after a concert and told me she had cried. I guess the music had somehow passed through from me to her, and actually made an impact, generating strong feelings in the listener at that moment. That is all I want. To be able to convey feeling so powerfully is very special. It means that I am sharing. What was private, powerful and personal to me has become private, powerful and personal to someone else as well.

I Like This Wind demos for download Always 2 of You Taste of Sand Teenage Lullaby The Man I Love Lady Macbeth