from the album "Unbelief" 


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Road

Musician, Producer. 

Behind the scenes good soul.

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tomorrow i will tune the violins and tie my shoes.
this is my solo project. i play the piano with  https://soundcloud.com/der-zirkus-brennt
and produce https://soundcloud.com/the-gray-fox





Enrico Penati - armonica e voce
Max Pierini - chitarra e voce

Born in Scotland and raised in the tropical rainforests of Costa Rica and Honduras, I enjoy adventures both close to home and in far away places. Composers which have inspired me include: Michael Nyman, Ludovico Einaudi, Arvo Pärt, Eric Whitacre, Thomas Newman, Alexandre Desplat, John Williams and Philip Glass. 

I find music can express much more than words alone. Improvising on the piano somehow feels like the most natural way to express my feelings. 

No matter where you are from or what language you speak, music is universal.

Through my endeavours, I have been fortunate enough to have received several music awards including from the EMI Sound Foundation, the Worshipful Company of Leathersellers, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, Awards for Young Musicians, the Musicians Benevolent Fund, the Walter Bergmann Fund, the North-East of Scotland Music School,  the Robert Nicol Trust, the Dr John Calder Trust and the Cross Trust.

I also work as a private tutor. In case you would like to arrange a lesson, please follow the link below:

https://www.renaissancetutors.com/

The circus burns. The audience fled at breakneck pace. The stands are empty, the big top full of smoke and flames. The clown is alone on the track, his sequins' costume shining in the glimmer of the fire. His face is white as lime, under the left eye shines an obliged tear, the crooked hat on the head. With a flashing trumpet he plays the farewell's great melody, sublime and ridiculous.

Road

Der Zirkus brennt