Summer is here. The sun is pressing violently on the groaning roof beams, dust is trickling out of ant holes, and the air lies like syrup on the earth. The only place where it's actually bearable is in the basement, and that's very beneficial for our creativity. No later than noon we are in the rehearsal room and what should we do there but make music. We layer sounds on top of each other, shape, tweak and decorate until we suddenly find ourselves sitting there completely overwhelmed. It's not easy to get to that point, but sometimes we succeed and then we wallow in the deceptive certainty of having created something of value.
About the Value of Music
About the Value of Music
About the Value of Music
Summer is here. The sun is pressing violently on the groaning roof beams, dust is trickling out of ant holes, and the air lies like syrup on the earth. The only place where it's actually bearable is in the basement, and that's very beneficial for our creativity. No later than noon we are in the rehearsal room and what should we do there but make music. We layer sounds on top of each other, shape, tweak and decorate until we suddenly find ourselves sitting there completely overwhelmed. It's not easy to get to that point, but sometimes we succeed and then we wallow in the deceptive certainty of having created something of value.