A Paradox of Sorts…
I like repetition. I like patterns. I like things to stay the same. Perhaps it's because there is security in sameness, or maybe it's that I just really like some things and want them to always be the same, so I can always enjoy them. Either way, repetition is a big part of my life. And this repetition plays into my music is very strange and unexpected ways. I like to work with rhythm patterns and have them subtly change over time. I like the repetition, but find it interesting to displace say, 1 note, changing the pattern in a small, subtle way. I also like to take the repetition and stretch it out over time, creating a hypnotic, trance-like aura, then dropping that 1 note to create a pattern disrupt , shaking things out of its slumber. That's why being a percussionist is such a great thing for me, because everything I deal with is a pattern in some way. But there is also a great paradox to my thinking. As much as I love and work with patterns, I also love to wo