For some reason I have an sudden urge to explain music to you. As from my point of view. I don’t talk a lot about music in general. Which may sound strange but it’s really simple. There are a few things in life that keep you going. Each and every one of those things have their own place. They are their own world. I like to keep all worlds separated because I find myself looking for new places to escape from another. In other words, it would be ironic to let one world into another. Right? In my daily life I usually talk about stuff everyone talks about. Work. Sex. Love. Movies. Food. Things all of us have in common. When I feel like not being around things in common I reach out for my guitar. I talk to myself without opening my mouth and enjoy the time I have being on my own. The moment you start doing this in public, people feel like they should be interested. They start to ask questions and try to find out what’s moving ‘you’. Why are you doing this? And why did you stop doing that? And there I am. Expected to explain. But I can’t. And I really don’t want to. Music always has been my way to ‘be’ without explaining. I feel no responsibility when it comes to music. It’s impossible to make a wrong decision. Cause wrongness excists because others have the ability to judge. I realise that the more attention you get by playing, the more music seems to somehow become a part of your daily life. So it’s no longer work. Sex. Love. Movies. Food. Suddenly people talk about music. And you talk back. I really like to step back for a while and just stop talking about it. You’ll see where I’m heading. You’ll know what the second album sounds like when it’s there. I don’t know if I’ll be playing 8 minute solo’s 5 years from now. Hell, I don’t even now if I still play guitar 5 years from now. I’d really like people to stop interfering with this part of me. It was never ment to be yours. And it was never ment to be entered by anyone else but me.

Everyone has his or her escape from ‘reality’ as we know it.

Stefan Schill