Simon Mavin

“That’s kind of the trip. I’m trying not to be a musician. Nowadays, we’re forced to be the best. With the online community, maybe it’s just my algorithm, but it seems like people are mastering their shit, mastering their instrument and the virtuosity of being a musician. I just wanted to flip it. I just want it to be full of artistry, and simplicity is something that I just keep coming back to. In my artist mind, this is who I am. These are the melodies that I hear.” Some Days it’s about the space between the notes, the rhythmic pulse within the tides. Some Days, it’s a lonely night in a Los Angeles hotel room, capturing a golden melody that helps put a friend at ease during a long tour when the road is only singing the blues. Some Days, it’s a phrase captured perfectly imperfect on an iphone, never to be replicated, never to be replaced, somehow reminiscent of David Lynch. Some Days, it’s a demo that just feels right as is. Playing with an ostinato pattern in 7/4 with some spring reverb, everything in support of the melody, to make it sing. One finger louder than the rest. Some Days, it’s an improvised piece, played on a keyboard plug-in that just didn’t sound as good on an actual piano. Some Days write themselves after getting lost in a sound and utilising the soft pedal. Some Days are for getting rid of the expectations. Not even listening. Just to sit, breathe, relax, leave the ego at the door, and maintain a state of neutral creation. Some Days can wash it all away.