The new music is spacious, unself - conscious, colorful and unpredictable. It has an intimacy and safety in the truthful danger of introspection --- like the listener is hovering around free to come and go like some voyeuristic listening bug. I had the feeling like we got to sit there with you on a log BUT you 'd be doing it anyway. The quality of non - sycophantish integrity. In other words you're playing and wrestling with your medium and artform instead of picking the ingredients and using tricks you think the audience wants to hear. I know --- as this is a cycle of all artists. It is stating " this is who I am instead of Please like me." Liberating embracing of the moment and releasing it. So you have traded in your cleverness for bewilderment --- the jazzy transitions for moments of silence, like seeing the white toothy paper instead of covering it up like they said to in a class. It is a huge breakthrough --- the stuff of chicken skin and spine tingles. And liberating for you --- just that price of higher anxiety ( which you can bear) because it also holds pure potential. The nervous man's hand is a violin vibrotto. Degas said he made good painting when he was at a loss. Stepping over into the mystery swamp with hands off the reins of the shaggy pony. Not that one does not have composure or confidence, it is just a different approach to work... it is a giddy determination to see what is next round the corner... that song ending --- zappy or strange --- a red string dangling over a bridge. Now do the new work and don't listen to any of this.