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Promise Of Suffering

Maybe - Don't Worry About Me [EP]

Tracklist 
1. It Should Have Been Me
2. Save Your Time
3. The Hole In Me

Maybe - Save Your Time

Azimuth
Valhjim

Shimmering bells turn slowly in the firmament, their tones panning left and right like twin orbits of sound. Distant church bells toll as an electric guitar opens the path to a quieter realm, where smooth woodwinds and soft string textures linger in serene skies.

A violin motif plays above it all and descends in near-chromatic motion, its path echoed by faint afterglow textures before the guitar and saxophone engage in gentle dialogue.

Three solitary metallic notes usher the passage to light: a bright, bell-like riff answered by two choirs singing slightly out of phase, their descent giving way to a sustained duet by a waving choir in blue textures. Above them, a female voice drifts in quiet harmony, while the violin returns to trace its final motif — seeking, at last, its true azimuth among the stars.

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Valhjim: guitar, synthesizers, samplers.

Azimuth

The Composer Speaks:

I always knew that I wanted to be a musician when I grew up. Admittedly, there were times around the age 7 or 8 when I thought that that maybe I could become a scientist for, as a child of the 60s and besotted with space and rockets, science was a very big and popular part of my childhood. There were also times, somewhere around my first big double digit birthday, when I felt so alone and detached from children and adults alike, that I seriously wanted to be a horse - not that I particularly liked horses but it seemed easier than being me. Throughout all this though, playing in the background as it were, being a musician was the thing I really dreamed of being, and it was playing music that made me feel alive.

After the age of 11, I hated school so much that I simply stopped going. I educated myself by watching programmes for schools on the TV and reading encyclopaedias and the like. It was around this age that the classical music that I had listened to previously gradually gave way to more modern influences, mainly European bands, generally the stranger the better. At 13 I played my first gig, and at 16 I officially ‘left’ school and I threw myself whole-heartedly into music.

I’ve always written my own music; the songs of my youth have gradually given way to more instrumental compositions and now at 65, and edging ever closer to 66, lo and behold, I’m not only a musician but also a composer. The fundamentals of being a musician these days are so very different to when I first began; in those days I wanted to be successful and rich and so famous that I could have my own studio and be left alone to record and release music whenever I felt like it. Nowadays, although I’m neither remotely rich nor famous,  I do have my own studio, am more or less left alone and I can release music whenever I feel like it - so I guess, in a way, I’m living the dream; I’m living in Dreamtime.

This simple composition appeared beneath my finger tips as I sat in my studio thinking about all of the above; with the old nursery rhyme running through my mind that accurately says it better than I ever could:

“Row, row, row your boat 
gently down the stream;
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
Life is but a dream” 

Promise Of Suffering

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