In my world of synth I have a constant dilemma with myself. There is a real knack to being able to draw from something that sounds irreversibly like 1982 and yet make it fresh and exciting. How is this achieved?
A mysterious figure lurks behind the blood red curtain, peering through a gap with its long uncut twisted finger nails, a shadow in the lonely darkness.
The moonlight caresses the sweeping branches, as the wind blows a whisper through the forest. The crisp leaves dancing through the midnight air, like tormented souls trying to escape the shadows.
Smoke dances its way through the rustling trees, as the wind chimes sing from the shadows. A tiny white light flickers from the woods. Shiny black crows fight over yesterday's feast.
