Of course there are older musical memories, but it was still when I as a 11 year old boy pressed down the three white, dusty, greasy keys – C, E and G – somewhere in the middle of our newly bought piano that life changed forever.

The huge wooden box didn’t vibrate of a chord: it sang of another world. A world beyond our cramped living room. It opened a door to something else. Something beautiful. Something better. Finally the chord came to an end and I was back in our house again. I realized there was no turning back: This was my world.

Years have passed. Now it feels as I’ve reached the end. But I’m not ready to let this world just slowly fade away. I have to try to find my way back.

This is one (of many) attempts. Everyday I will compose music. It can be a melody, a sketch, a field-recording, a loop, a sound, a chord, a song, an opera. Anything. Think of this site as a guarantee that I will keep going.

I’m trying to find the music (again).

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Update (summer 2010):

After doing this less and less I've now realized that 428 days of therapy is over. At least for this time. Or maybe the piano just needs tuning.