It had been a while since I had a piano in the house. I wrote a ton of music in my teens and twenties, spent a fair amount of time in music licensing for film and television (with some highlights), but I put the music thing on hold for a while and ended up selling my last piano (also my first) for lack of use when I bought and moved back into my old family home, not anticipating that I’d start writing again. Sacrilege, I know, but for what it’s worth, I came to my senses. During 2020's pandemic quarantine, and following the unexpected loss of my brother, I returned to the piano in earnest. I released some older recordings (e.g. “Jarrett”, “Steps”, "The Fall"), and embarked on a felt piano album that would later be given the name “Being in Time” (now available). The album is about love, loss, and some of the deeper things in between, and it all started with the writing of “Just”, a tribute to my late brother. The other pieces followed from a similar place, and serve as a kind of expression of my first experience with true loss, the grieving process, and ultimately trying to make sense out of this thing, which ironically feels so utterly unnatural. Each track was recorded in the living room of our old family Victorian. Needless to say, it holds a piano once again. It’s placed in the exact location of the upright I had growing up, and gets just as much use.
