You have stumbled upon my corner of the internet; a self-serving and at times self-aggrandising site, of which I am equal parts proud and ashamed. I ask that you take pity on yours truly, appreciating for a brief moment how tricky it can be to parade one’s wares with modesty; an oxymoronic task that proves particularly awkward when opting to eschew the recommended third-person pretence. The net effect: a startling abundance of uncomfortable, self-important Is, mes, and mys.
(I’m scanning through this last paragraph. Why do these things always read like I swallowed a dictionary?)
Well, thanks for stopping by. Maybe we’ll meet someday…? In the meantime, feel free to stick around and don’t be a stranger!
I'm pleased to be finally getting the ball rolling with the new edition of my scores. Hotel Ecstasy was one of the first pieces I wrote that I felt truly satisfied with—and I still really […] continue