Music is the clearest example of the two things being one thing.
Notes, chords and keys are numerical patterns, and the arithmetic is unforgiving. Bars, beats, syllables landing on the right count. Get it wrong and everyone hears it.
But I do not compose songs so much as receive them. They arrive, often whole, as subconscious downloads. Then every bit of the engineering is needed to get them out of my head and into a recording: the software, the signal chain, the arithmetic of fitting words to bars.
Most of what I write is about the inner terrain rather than the outer one, and that is not a coincidence. It came out of the same few years as everything else on this site.
Recordings are going up here shortly, along with the story of the second man who taught me, in the same years, in a different discipline entirely.
The guitar at the top of this page is part of a larger piece, commissioned after fire went through the farm. The story of it, and of the house it hangs in, is on its own page.