There is something about summer that never fails to drift me into a more aimless, dreamy, and floating state of mind. I wonder sometimes if the seasonal clock that dictated our early school lives still ticks inside of us, surfacing into old patterns and habits. Something holds on to that vivid memory of hard work and studying from September to May, followed by about three months of blissful summer freedom.Read More
I go through phases where besides the time spent teaching and dancing in the studio, I barely listen to music. I enjoy the inner silence and the outer background noise of cars and frequent yelling matches outside in the streets (although I can never tell if it is happy enthusiastic cries or a fight- both are entirely plausible in Tangier). I don’t feel the need to fill space with anything but this unique sort of white noise and my own thoughts swimming among it.
However, there is something about winter- the month of December especially- that starts to give me this pressing need for a daily soundtrack.Read More