Ibiza. Writing week with Rui and Danielle. Outside, among the flowers, in the sunshine, I feel like a child again, smiling at chickens, talking to the breeze, running to the beach at Cala Longa, kind of more beautiful in it’s current shut down, deserted state.
In the studio we are trying to make a song a day, for somebody to use. Somebody, somewhere, sometime.

There is no genre, no style, no tempo that is off-limits. There is only music. There is only us and the flowers and the music.