If Only You Could See It

An old building. Almost no one there. No kitchen, a barely functioning shower, a room with big windows. That's where I lived for a year.

I spent a few days putting in carpets, acoustic elements, lots of cheap instruments to make and record music.

I spent hours at the piano, on guitars, sitting on the floor writing. Just as many hours outside the window, smoking cigarettes and in a way trying to convince myself I’m living free.

I poured all I had into those days. Most of the instruments I gave back to whoever lent them to me. Same for the studio equipment.