The first time I performed in front of an audience, the most charged moment wasn’t the show — it was the rehearsal in the empty hall beforehand. The silence had weight. My teachers trained me to compensate for it: project into the void, account for the echo, because once the room fills, the ambient notes get absorbed by bodies. Humidity rises. Sound refracts and softens off the trampled dust. A full room is a different instrument than an empty one.

This site is that empty hall.

There isn’t much here yet — mostly scaffolding, and a reverse-chronological archive of music stretching back to the mid-eighties that I’m slowly pulling into the light. Think of it as rehearsal made public. An anticipatory performance for a ghosted crowd. I’ve given myself a mask for the occasion — an avatar, an alter ego, a doppelgänger who speaks in multiple musical idioms while the person behind it relearns five instruments and figures out what comes next.

Progress will be slow. But it will be deliberate.

The blog will hold the longer thoughts — process, context, the stories behind the recordings. SoundCloud carries the audio. YouTube, the visuals. Each platform for what it does best, though it’ll take time to figure out exactly what that is.

For now: the hall is empty, the echo is live, and the show is being written.