Another night is coming and these four walls seem to shrink more and more. I’m going to sleep late again because thoughts multiply and my head seems to explode.
To cure this malaise I listen to music. Not any kind of music. Almost 90% of the time I’m listening to the same track for hours. I look crazy. It’s almost a primordial need to look for the more “hidden” music, that music which no one would tell you to listen to because it’s too personal. Only the people who are closest know what is the best medicine – which track to play. When I try to express with words the feelings music gives me, I find it hard. It takes a similar effort as when I try to send away bad thoughts from behind these four walls.
This mix represents the anger of someone who is innocent, but forced to remain behind the bars – where the only key that opens the gate is the music.