The impending arrival of spring and life in a new city have inspired me to create an album of piano music. Butter Avenue contains 12 tracks with titles that reflect places in Toronto and imagery associated with spring. It’s the ideal follow-up to my earlier solo piano album, Winter Moods. The style is a rich blend of jazz, impressionism, and neo-modern piano. Reflecting both urban and pastoral scenes, the music evokes spring’s vibrant tapestry of color. Continue reading →
Spring finds the perfect complement in new album “Butter Avenue”
The impending arrival of spring and life in a new city have inspired me to create an album of piano music. Butter Avenue contains 12 tracks with titles that reflect places in Toronto and imagery associated with spring. It’s the ideal follow-up to my earlier solo piano album, Winter Moods. The style is a rich blend of jazz, impressionism, and neo-modern piano. Reflecting both urban and pastoral scenes, the music evokes spring’s vibrant tapestry of color. Continue reading →
Imagine relaxing by the window with a cup of hot chocolate or a latte, gazing out on a winter landscape. The smell of wood smoke as white wisps curl skyward in the still air. A magenta-lavendar sky and the hush of twilight. A little over a week ago I released a new CD, Winter Moods. My goal was to create an album of nocturne-like tunes where beauty emerges from simplicity and subtly shifting moods. I was inspired by the soft tranquility of falling snow and the intimacy of nightfall in winter. Each song is a simple gem that collectively create a deep sense of serenity. Watch the video “Snow Day” below for a taste of what the album offers: 
Music infuses everything in the universe, from the rotational beat of a pulsar in space to the rhythm of the heart. Is it possible that music is the essence of the universe itself? My newly released ebook Song of Fire is a journey to discover this fundamental truth. The interconnected, real-life stories are a rhapsody on the elements that constitute how we experience the world: the moments of humor, sorrow, passion and revelation that give significance to our origins and endings. 
After having spent my life in California, I’ve been living on the East Coast for the past year and a half. This week, walking home from work, the cold rain turned icy, producing small ice pellets that melted into wet globules on the pavement. Suddenly I was aware of an unusual sound I had never heard before. Not the gentle splashing of droplets of rain. And not the clamorous pelting of hail. No, this was a high-pitched hiss, glassy and cold, almost otherworldly. So what other kinds of frozen music does ice make?