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Stories Behind The Album #1 - Oceans

It was a sad, long winter a few years ago and I was getting nowhere. I was stuck. With myself, my journey, in this story with another person, and with my music. I spent my days in his house while he was at work, telling myself that I’d work on my music, make things happen, get things going. But I was tired and uninspired and spent my days on the floor, observing how the darkness made its way through the empty house. I embraced the cold and lack of light together which each bottle, trying to find inspiration, or just simply forget about the passage of time.

He had said that I could stay with him for a while to finish my album, and then be recharged to keep travelling and playing, but after 2 months on the floor I hadn’t even touched my guitar and I just kept starring at his big, beautiful piano, as if it would invite me over. 

I spent my days like that, waiting for him to come home and tell me that everything would be okay, give me some kind of purpose for this non-being. But then he got home after a long day at work and was tired and drenched, found me drunk on the floor in a dark house, and one night we just crashed. What started out as a beautiful story about oceans and road-trips ended with him slamming the door, leaving me in a dark empty house with nowhere to go. I sat there for a while with a blankness in my mind, until that big old piano finally called my name. For the first time in months I just started to play and the words appeared from nowhere. I forgot about the world and time and space, bled through the piano and my words until I fell asleep on the floor, exhausted and empty.

This song became a turning-point in a tragedy that was doomed from the start. Letting things go is never easy, but sometimes you just have to close your eyes and force your legs to walk in the opposite direction, even though your heart is screaming no. Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something. If it wasn’t for that night, us hitting a brick wall, I don’t think I would have been able to break out of my non-being, that uninspired state of mind. I needed an explosion to wake me up, to force me to get up from that damned floor and realise what was really going on. I needed a slap in the face.

I recorded the piano and the vocals in the morning, then left and never looked back. 

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