It’s 1969- pencil skirts are out and bell bottoms are in. There’s a change in the air, a cultural shift. you see it in the music, media, wardrobe; the artists, the loners the misfits.

the counterculture.

Today, we know of them as the greats; the pioneers. music that has outlived their eccentric lives and will in turn out live ours.

these are my heroes.

I often call myself an old soul; too young to remember what it was like to not look both ways before crossing the street, yet too old to relate to this social media asylum that we call the modern age.

Anywhere but here is my album, my message, my heart and my muse. It’s an atmospheric composition that doesn’t fit under one genre.

my objective is to transport you to a different time and place with its score-like feel; to aid in a mini escape from your daily happenings.

I am looking back in time as a way of looking ahead.

I leave you one question to chew on:

With AI writing our music; taking the brush from a painter, the words from a poet.

I’m curious, has our art improved?