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January 2, 2011


Last night, intoxicated by the copious, rich and heady scent of sandal wood incense, in the well of the stairs in my little house, I tried to channel museic whose roots lie in something I read a long time ago.

I used three instruments, a cajon (essentially a plywood box, but sounds like the earth), a bamboo jaw-harp from vietnam and a  bass bamboo flute. It was a wooden evening.

Like all the music I play, it just is.

“i” learnt long ago that there is no shame in playing, just feeling.

It’s not all magic, but that would be boring…


1111 Museic

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