Sonically, my music is constructed from various materials: a passion for the derelict and broken, prolonged spells of depression and self-imposed isolation, a deep respect for classical music, a somewhat warped pop sensibility, and as much hope and idealism as I can muster on my better days.

Perhaps, as someone once suggested to me, it is a music best suited for rainy autumn-winter days, or for slitting one’s wrists, or for falling in and out of love and philosophizing about life, or simply ...