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Archive for June, 2012

Fools of Love with Cecilia Delgado

Fools of Love. The song features the amazing singer Cecilia Delgado. I feel so privileged that she is singing on this song for my album Here and Now.

I wrote the song Fools of Love two years ago. I remember listening to a first recording on my mp3 player whilst being on a bus journey back from work. Sitting on top of a double-decker my eyes were gazing from Bayswater Road over Hyde Park. The clouds were heavy with water and the air was light yet somewhat hazy and grey. I thought Fools of Love was a sad song.

A Saturday in May. I am with Cecilia in her house in South London where she lives with her family. We set up the equipment in the lobby. There was the entry door, an old upright piano, some stairs to the upper floor, old woodwork along the walls and white painting. She painted the whole house herself. This is her home, she said, this is the place where I had been living for most of my life. The atmosphere was light and inspiring. We practiced the song a couple of times and tried various ways of singing the lines.

Cecilia was born in Honduras and has been living in England for almost all of her life. You can hear some Latin American roots in her voice blending with her English personality. When she sang with headphones on, I could listen to her voice without any music around. I simply felt taken by her charming and warm voice. I also came to realise something else. I felt that the inspiration was also coming from the song. Two years back I did not see how optimistic and uplifting the song is. Thanks to Cecilia I do know now.

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Cecilia Delgado


Pipes in Portree

Portree on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. This is how music connects you. There are mesmerising pipes chanting in the air played by a group of young musicians who are standing next to an old church. They are practicing for what I assume is going to be a march later on. On the short side road a few tourists like me witness the scene. On a small square, other musicians gather and prepare their pipes, drums and flutes. Local people in all ages wear traditional kilts and costumes. Some people chat, some make jokes, some just listen. The sound is so clear as is the air blowing from the sea. The bagpipes are droning and the trees appear to bend slowly to the endless, ancient sounds. Down the road, there are some houses painted in soft colours such as pink, purple, orange, blue and green. They seem to reflect the island’s mystical lights you find during the late nights in the summer. When the sun is up so long as it is now, twilight seems to stand still. The music carries on whilst I look up to the blue sky. I see the blue yonder. The blue yonder is not beyond, it is here. Words in my mind fade away. I feel pure joy when listening to this music. The air is filled with bliss, and the bliss remains when the music stops and silence sets in.