Well, where to start on this one ….
This album was composed during the vigil for my grandpa and mastered in the months afterwards. It is still raw to listen to it – so many memories flood back to me when I play this album back on my hifi. What could be seen as a Nazarean howl gives way to the celebration of life – and the loved ones who inhabited it.
I will not embarrass my living relatives by naming names – but this is a piece I wrote – not to stand witness to the man – but to make sense of the emotional turbulence I encountered when I was going through the grieving process.
Am I out of the grieving process? More or less, yes. When I think of the days spent in grandpa’s company I no longer wince at his loss. Instead, I celebrate the life he led. A full life. This album captures a snapshot of a troubled time when I was trying to come to grips with the death of a hero. In this instance, the album has done itself justice – it proved cathartic to produce. Does it bring him back? No. Nobody comes back from the dead. But, the making of this album helped bring me to terms with the fact he has gone.
I really hope I am not stepping on any toes by posting this up here. The album is recorded in Pythagorean Tuning (432hz) and is meant to set adrift on memory. Memory? What of? My hero.