And Breathe… This is the first piece I wrote for A Minute’s Piece, and it sets the tone for the project pretty well. Very chilled, with a bed of jazzy major sevenths and a melody that drifts around like a butterfly that’s wasted on Pimms.

Fork Hordes The title is an appalling pun on ‘four chords’, in reference to the Two Ronnies’ ‘fork handles/four candles sketch’. The chords in question belong to the extremely overused but nevertheless beautiful I-V-IV-VI progression.

Hollywood’s Calling‍ ‍I’m not sure what inspired this piece, but it’s somewhere between a film score and Enya. Dramatic and mysterious.

Glass Hall‍ ‍When I first wrote this, I described it as the intense lovechild of Moby and Philip Glass. I think that’s pretty accurate. I really love the chords in this one – very sad, and then very stirring at the end.

November Wind‍ ‍ Most of the original pieces of this project are written shortly before being recorded, but I occasionally dip back into my personal archive (my hazy memory) for ideas that were never fully developed/released previously. This is an example of that, and was written sometime in the 2000s.

A Piece Of Fluff This is the exact opposite, and was written about 10 minutes before pressing record. I kind of prefer this approach, as it’s a little musical snapshot of how I was feeling at that exact moment in time. Happy and slightly rushed, in this case.

Enigma For G In G This piece was written in the key of G for ‘G’. Who that G is shall remain an enigma.

Triumph Ants For this piece, I wanted to see if I could write something that went from sad to triumphant (hence another appalling pun) in one minute. I think it does a decent job of that.

Sweet F Major A Minor One of my favourite chord progressions is I to iii (e.g. F major to A minor). It's so simple, but the drop of just one note by one semitone always hits hard. Or gives all the feels. Or legit low-key vibes hard. Whatever it is the youth say...

Stranger In The Store‍ ‍I really love this one – there’s quite a lot going on for a 64-second piece, and it has a really sweet melody. I can imagine it being extended into a full piece played by a jazz band. Well, I can dream…

My grandad taught me pretty much everything I know about the piano, even though his style was very different to what mine was to become. My left hand, for example, is a sort of slightly agitated arpeggiating octopus; whereas his was more of a metronomic stride, like a graceful and surprisingly agile elephant. Anyway, he was wonderful, and this is my tribute to him. You can see a clip of him playing on the About page.