Winter in New York
Winter in New York
Where have our white Christmases and children gone? True story.
Song for Gaia
A song that I started writing many years ago, when I realized our love story was in trouble - Gaia is a mythical name for Mother Earth. I wish I didn’t have to finish and record it.
Life is a one-man show
Life doesn’t always flow as a gentle river.
Sometimes, we feel lonely and think to ourselves…
Song for Dawn
Can a brother declare his (brotherly) love for his sister? Not easy to find the words.
The meaning of it all
Lest we forget, certain life events beg the question.
Don’t give up the fight.
Dedicated to those striving to raise public awareness of the climate crisis facing humanity.
Central Park
This song was born six years after Clara. They’ve grown together until we could finally record both.
Her words
Dedicated to a French artist whose musical universe (re)inspired me to do what she does. Also, a tribute to the evocative power of songs.
The Pain Is There
Written when my kids were just kids. Living at the surface of things…
Is there anything behind these walls, I wonder?