Magic Hands

The Magus

He had an otherworldly perfume. Such enchanting scent, reminding of sweet incense…
He stood beside me as I was smoking my cigar, and out of the blue he began talking to me. About vibrations, chanting, arcane music and archaic wisdom. How to still the brain with different sounds. But also about women and what a real relation entails…All in all, I couldn’t believe my ears. I had never seen the man before…
To give you a clue, an encounter reminding the one The Alchemist had when he met The King from Salem…
Such information he conveyed…I won’t say more…Except that the lofty scent he exuded still lingers in my nostrils…

Invențiune în Mi bemol major

Invențiune în Re major

Pentru Dolores

Bach – Invențiune la 2 voci în do minor

The curse of the fragment

The classical musician talks like a classical musician. The jazz player like a jazz player. The writer like a writer. The whore like a whore. Politician like a politician. Priest like priest. No one dares cross over…Everybody stuck in his fragment. In the narrow space of one´s god damn “speciality”…