Curt Siffert

1:32 minutes

Some kind of storm is coming. You have to tie down everything that is loose. Because you don't know what will happen. Something. Might as well tie yourself down, too. Then just wait.

3:38 minutes

On 11/11/06 I wanted to see if I could write a song in less than an hour. The first draft took 45 minutes. The piano line was partially inspired from one of my piano improvs, Small Town Sunday. Lyrics were free-written. Lately I've been pulling it out again when playing with my trio, and I'm liking the new sound - this is a recent recording that I think is an improvement on the version I had here before (now located in the Bone Yard.

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3:35 minutes

Sometimes we get pulled apart slowly. We might not notice it at first.

3:43 minutes

The kingdom was mighty. Great gates, wide courtyards, and deadly intrigue... but falling into disrepair.

1:34 minutes

Rusted metal and twisted gears, but still kinda cheery - he limps around the junkyard helping other contraptions to better themselves.

2:09 minutes

A dark bird is flying, testing the cold air just before spring. Some life might emerge from the still-frozen ground, but it might be too early to survive.

3:10 minutes

There is a stillness after destruction that is peaceful and stunning.

5:04 minutes

I don't really know how to describe what this one is about, but I'm interested in hearing how it comes across, so leave comments or contact me. This one was another one-nighter - I seem to have better success with the songs I write in one night. It was a Saturday night, took about eight hours to get from the appearance of the first piano riff to the first recording where I got through without bobbles. This recording is from after digesting the tune for a couple of weeks.

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2:04 minutes

Start with a loose tangle. Find two ends, and start pulling them in opposite directions. Make them want different things. Force through the tangle, fight against it. Turn it into a knot, make it harder, as hard as metal. Then remember, how could metal ever become a knot? To untangle, remember where it started. With softness.

2:41 minutes

It's a strange structure, new. She moves around it tentatively, slowly assembling the pieces in her understanding and movements. It's a careful embrace, but ultimately whole and secure.