I’ve been playing my grandmother’s detuned piano, on and off, for over thirty years…  I’m clumsy on it, incompetent even.  But it doesn’t judge me, it’s like “Jac, as long as you play…”.   And then I take those rough ideas (it’s never just my idea, it’s the piano, the trees, the stars, the huntsman on the wall, the 2 art deco lamps I’m kind of infatuated with) into the studio, and a song will flourish.  I am inspired by the natural world, I sing about relationships…  Like fungi, I sing to connect.  


I am caught somewhere between singer-songwriter and home producer…  It is my technical challenges and limitations, and my deep need to connect emotionally, that push the boundaries of my creativity.  Final mixing and mastering, I leave to the professionals (it's an art form in itself, and by then, all I wanna do is go hug some trees).  I was an emotionally stuck child, and so, for me, the greatest freedom of expression, is releasing (letting go of) the music I hear in my head.  


I love that you are here.