THERE IS A PLACE, A SPACE THAT RESIDES IN BETWEEN THE SPOTTED GUMS AND OTHER EUCALYPTS, NOT FAR FROM THE SEA, NOT FAR FROM LILIES ON WATER, NOT FAR FROM WHERE I GREW UP STARGAZING AND DAYDREAMING. A ROOM LINED WITH SMOOTH TIMBERS, BUSH POLES AND CURVES. A BIG BEAUTIFUL ENCLOSURE WITH A GRAND PIANO THAT’S SOUND EXTENDS BEYOND MY IMAGINATION. A PIANO THAT SPARKLES AND SHINES BLACK WHITE, BROWN AND GOLD. A SAFE PLACE BEYOND THE CONFINES OF A SMALL RURAL FISHING VILLAGE. A VENUE FIT FOR THE FINEST OF ART ON PAR WITH ANY GALLERY OR MUSIC VENUE WE FIND IN OUR CITIES. WRITING, REHEARSING MUSIC AND RECORDING THERE IS A PRIVILEGE. SOMETIMES I CATCH MYSELF IN THE WINDSONG PAVILLION SINGING AND PLAYING THE MUSIC I’VE WRITTEN AND REALISE MY POSITION.

I AM IN NATURE, IN SECRET, SINGING THE SONGS OF MY HEART BOOK AND I THINK…. IT’S LIKE BEING ON STAGE IN A HALL INSIDE THE OPERA HOUSE. PERHAPS A ROOM THAT LIFTED UP AND FLOATED DOWN THE EAST COAST SETTLING IN THE UNEXPECTED SCRUB NOT FAR FROM THE BEACH, DID IT WASH UP THERE REMAINING IN TACT? IT IS A LITTLE LIKE WHAT IT MIGHT FEEL LIKE TO RESIDE ABOVE THE CLOUDS OR IN AMONG THE STARS, IT’S MAGIC, THERE IS SOMETHING TRUELY MAGIC AND CAPTIVATING ABOUT IT. THE VOICE CARRIES AS IF IT’S BEEN ELECTRIFIED. THE PIANO EXPANDS AS IF IT’S BEEN AMPLIFIED. THIS IS ACOUSTICS AT ITS BEST. IT’S PEACEFUL AND STILL OUTSIDE, IT’S QUIET, THE OCCASIONAL SONGBIRD REMINDS ME I AM HUMAN, ORGANIC AND I AM SEASONAL. IT IS LIKE A CONCERT HALL THAT WENT WALK ABOUT. IT IS LIKE A LIVING BEATING HEART WHERE PEOPLE GO TO HEAR MUSIC, COMPOSE MUSIC AND CAPTURE IT.

I BELIEVE AS HUMANS WE ARE DEEPLY CONNECTED WITH NATURE AND WHEN WE CAN TUNE IN AND BE EMBRACED BY IT’S GENTLE EBB AND FLOW WE ACCESS THE RAW AND REAL PARTS OF OUR VERY OWN NATURE, THIS IS WHY RECORDING MUSIC AT THE WINDSONG PAVILLION MAKES THE MOST SENSE TO ME.

THE FEELING OF PLAYING MUSIC PAVILLION IS EXPANSIVE. IT TAKES MY WORDS AND CARRY’S THEM ON ITS WINGS, IT’S WOODEN RICH TEXTURES ARE WARM AND ENHANCING.

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