These works were recorded late at night during long solo improvisations. A small table lamp illuminated the Moog guitar laid flat on a table surrounded by assorted found objects and guitar pedals whose multicoloured lights blinked delicately in the near shadows. Time moved slower. A sense of stillness and solitude provided a quiet contrast to the sounds pulsating around the room. Each take made as if it were an actual performance, the rule being always to finish the set. As much about training the mind as discovering something new, nothing was premeditated before the first sound occurred, the end never final, always open. The pieces are meaningless in that way from the moment of their first unravelling to their final decay into silence. They are explorations of the material at hand, the objects on the table, a sound sensed but as yet undiscovered. The material, which includes the self, is thus met on its own terms in the fulcrum of improvising-composing-performing allowing what emerges to emerge.
