Mystic River needed a friend. But what I had planned to do, went down the drain in a moment of madness. Blast Radius was just a matter of harnessing the energy of anger, a glass of rum, and a silent night. The madness represented, is not hiding anything.
There are images that pour out when hit by the right notes. Mystic river was born out of the sheer frustration of not being able to make a canvas come alive in ages, as well as the joy that a song had to offer. Midnight and the biting cold of a January night helped. The turbulence of the waves mask the peace and serenity that lie beneath.