As natural as birdsong, as vital as an infant’s fury.
Toronto cellist. Classical roots, long left behind. I love to subvert the instrument’s lyricism. Mostly active on the improvised scene, plus some pop projects.
I’m after the purity that bubbles up from your dreams. Music should never never be conserved…
Influences: the Velvet Underground, “On the Corner,” and the traffic under the Bloor St. viaduct