I felt this urge to share another blog post / some random musings on the existence that is Paul D McDowell. I was sitting on a tree yesterday and had a profound few minutes where I fully identified myself as the tree. It’s something that has happened quite regularly to me throughout my life since I was a child climbing trees in the back garden of my parent’s house in Liverpool. It is noticing the way the patterns of bark so closely match the intricate microscopic patterns on the surface of my skin; followed by several moments where I feel utterly ancient and natural. Like I am a really old tree disguised in this human form and my arm is just a pulsating moving branch. That we are the same thing. Quite a nice feeling.
Not sure what this has to do with my music, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter all that much anyway what I write on here; in the bigger scheme of things. After spending so many years songwriting and composing, recording and producing, practicing and performing, I am realising where my bliss lies. It is when I am recording and writing music in my music studio. I am actively dedicating more of my waking hours in this evolving sacred place which has taken what feels like an age to form. I am finally really happy with the quality of the sounds that I am creating in my little room, but I know it’s always a learning and growing process and it will be for the rest of my time here on this ball of rock that rolls around the Sun which is flying through space.
Entwined with trance like tree moments.