Honestly, I’m kinda winging it when I sit down to compose. It’s like, I have no clue where this stuff bubbles up from or where it’s trotting off to. And, weirdly enough, that doesn’t bug me. I just get this gut feeling when it’s done. That’s my cue to stop, take a breather, and then dive back in, trying to piece together what just happened. It’s like doing a jigsaw puzzle in the dark, figuring out what I just made and why it even exists. But here’s the kicker: it all somehow forms a Ritual. Yeah, I’ve got my own take on what that Ritual means to me, but hey, it’s gonna hit everyone differently. And that’s the beauty of it, right? Not boxing it into one single meaning.
Now, let’s talk about this thing feeling more like a key than an album. It’s wild, but it’s like it’s got this power to crack open your inner world, to unearth stuff you didn’t even know was tucked away in there. All those things, kept under wraps by the knots in your shoulders, suddenly get some air to breathe. So, no, it’s not just “an album” in the traditional sense. It’s more of a journey, a process you let work its magic on you. And, as you’re going through it, it kinda narrates a tale. Maybe it’s my story, maybe it’s ours collectively. It touches on creation, on falling apart, and then somehow, pulling yourself back together. It’s like it’s mapping out the hero’s journey, you know, that cycle of losing and finding yourself again.
But, when all’s said and done, the sound itself does all the talking.
