In 1998, as part of the art-rock group The Buckfever Underground (along with Toast Coetzer), we won a songwriting competition that allowed us to record our first EP. Back then, spending time in a studio, even one set up in the owner’s living room in our small university town, was something beyond my dreams.
Since then I have been in constant movement through the stages of write-record-release. Whether with the band, as part of my solo career or with other projects, whether in a professional studio or in a bedroom, the cycle has become an ingrained part of my life. I am always thinking about the next project, always on the lookout (or more appropriately, the listenout) for new sounds, new ideas, new techniques that can be thrown like ingredients into the pot, packed into a bag of tools and tricks, or marked on the map as stops on the next stage of the journey through, and into, music.