I turned 40 this year. I'm not sure if it's related, but I'm starting to look at life differently. What's real, what's not. This music reflects six months worth of squeezing something out. Many somethings. Slowly, and not without pain. 2008 was a dream, in many ways. The album begins, ends and is bisected by three simple dream-like pieces, inspired by small toiletries, massage therapy and the art of breathing. The rest goes in all directions, often diametrically opposed. I couldn't contain it. I don't wanna.