(text written on April 11th 2011)
It happens often when I’m in the recording studio,
I just play something that comes from somewhere.
Don’t know where it comes from,
don’t know what it means.
As if another energy lets me play what I play.
In a split second right before moving a finger, fingers, hand or the whole arm,
there’s this sensation of KNOWING.
While playing this PianoTweet and later on,
when listening to it immediately after the recording,
I KNEW it came from some other place.
And the playing had become a Tale.
And it came from a long time ago.
I’m not specialized in Tales, neither in Gardens.
But I KNEW what it was and where it came from.
Tales from an Ancient Garden.
