2021
Written and performed by me. Piano and production by Otto.
I set about writing this album in the days that followed the death of George Floyd. Not out of a sense of rage or protest but out of the need for me to define the beauty in a world gone and got so ugly. But still, the world kept turning, ‘That 19’ kept coming and our divisions grew wider and our belief in our kind once again seemed to be deserting us.
But there are unimaginable amounts of goodness in this world, we are made of it. The mycelium effect of people is capable and strong, when we invest in that. We feel it when we see them cry, when they sleep and when they are born. Insert picture of a war ravaged Syria, where an unknown graffiti artist had painted the face of George Floyd on a broken bit of bomb damaged wall, sticking out of the busted ground from where everything as far as the eye can see, has been bombed and flattened to death. Even then. Even after all of that war. All of that death. Even there! Even there, they felt it.
Life is a work of art.
