Powell River, British Columbia
No chill charge.
An enigma, a creative force, a total freak.
This is the only music I can make. I sit down or stand up, dance a bit (chair dancing perhaps) and songs flow out of me.
You'll seldom hear a chorus, but I might tie things together with a drone, riff or repeated motif.
Noisy but there is always music, to my ears anyway. Improvising is much more than composing sped up. It's my calling.