Isn't it a day together in music worth a bottle of Prosecco?
Well not the whole bottle, or I'll end up bawling at the moon, but just a tad tickles my brain and makes me feel... well, kind of special. I wish good proseccos to everyone, here. ^_^
The breathtaking adventure of making tangible my inner neurodivergent universe of Arts and Dream.
Isn't it a day together in music worth a bottle of Prosecco?
Well not the whole bottle, or I'll end up bawling at the moon, but just a tad tickles my brain and makes me feel... well, kind of special. I wish good proseccos to everyone, here. ^_^
Improvise,
however you like.
I improvise cleaning the house. I improvise meetings with long time friends, improvising snacks and beverages too or stuff to watch on the couch.
I even improvise words when I'm alone. Delicious, fulfilling invented words that roll happily on the tongue.
And of course I improvise music, inventing tunes and melodies carrying thoughts around, weightless.
Strangely I feel at home here.
I'm not comfortable between electronic devices and cables, but this corner close to the sea is kind of magic; its door opens to the infinite hills of musical fantasy and it has a tiny door connected to a cozy corner of my room. Yes, you'll find a lot of minuscule garnished doors in this universe. You'll understan directly how a fairytale mouse feels.
Producer, yes, but also a very sensitive and skilled musician. Maurizio feels music in a very similar way to me. He had already given life...