One day many years ago, I went out into the woods to teach myself to
improvise. The cedar tree I sat under taught me how to listen to things I
had already heard but not noticed. The birds taught me how to make
each note my own song. The breezes taught me how to adapt and change to each
moment. The little forest creek taught me to dance while holding still.
This is how I went feral.
After many years, I learned to share my creations with others
and slowly became a composer/performer. I studied how to ornament Baroque music. I took classes on Jazz
improvisation. I delighted in the many different First Nations flutes
and scales in North and South America and the personal songs
they sing. I learned the differences between articulations in Irish and Classical music. I jammed with musicians steeped in Eastern improvisation.
I soaked up ideas of inspiration and the creation of music from myths
and fairytales.
I create art from breath and make sculpture out of air. Each song/tune/performance is individual and
ephemeral. Each flute has its own voice. I use recording as a tool to
expand my ideas and share unique musical moments in the wilderness with
others.
"Amaltheia's Lullaby", my 1st CD uses Alto, Concert and
Glass flutes recorded in my garden. Lullabies and dreams, all based on a
4-note call to Pan.
"Waking the Devas" uses Baroque, Concert and Glass flutes recorded in rain and wind, night and day, crickets and cicadas.
“A Few Flutes Shy of a Flutter”, continues the madness with new
whistles and rim-blown flutes recorded over a year of wandering the
forest hills.
I am currently working on a 4th album with the sound of water in every track.
What will happen next only the Stars and Time will tell.
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