2016 was a tough year for me - shortly after a divorce, having to move home, rebuilding many aspects of my life and identity. I was involved in a relationship back then. She was a good and kind person. I remember one evening - my partner and I were sitting at home, having dinner, watching the '95 movie Blue in the Face. But then something struck me. I think I had been aware of it all along, but hadn't been able to face it: despite the warmth and kindness between us, despite t

A true story I found this Trombone in an Antic Shop in Riga, few years back. I am not a Trombone player, but seeing it hanging there, gathering golden dust among scattered old Porzellan pots and dolls, my heart went for it, so I paid the indifferent shop keeper and took it. It was wet and moist outside that day, so I wrapped it in a big black plastic bag and went out to the street carrying it on me. You can imagine the surreal image, me marching in the streets of Riga under d

These days, I'm updating my website, polishing and preparing for the upcoming release of my new project (a solo Album, more details will be shared soon!). While reviewing old materials, I revisited a wonderful project I once was involved in: a band named Wabash. Wabash was a project initiated by the writer and translator Dominik Fehrmann. The concept was beautiful and heartfelt: going through old archives of traditional Folk American music, mostly exploring the field recordin

Today, Mati and I released the first two tracks from our upcoming album. 'You Lose Your Father's Name' it is not up to me to write about Mati's lyrics. I can only say that for me - as with many if not all of his poems - it speaks in the language of associations and imagery. "You lose your father's name, above the clouds of Turkey " , and "But right now his grave is buried inside hundreds of poems, gaunt, pale on the German street" and of course "The distant memory of migrat

I am excited to announce that our "Gidi & Mati" performance at Lettretage on February 13th will be the official release concert for our new collaborative album. On that same morning, the album will go live on all streaming platforms. That evening, we bring it to life on stage. We call this project 'The Strangers are the Friends' (הזרים הם החברים) . It is a 'poetic banquet' (Gastmahl) - a dialogue between music and word that explores the universal experience of immigration. W

Lately, I’ve been paying attention to what happens when I don’t rush the voice. When I leave space around it, when I let silence do part of the work, something changes in how it arrives. For a long time, singing felt like something that needed to be placed carefully, almost guarded. As if it had to justify itself by being strong enough, clear enough, convincing enough. These days, I’m learning that the voice doesn’t need to prove much. It needs room. I notice it especially in

For many years, the double bass was my comfort zone. It was a place of stability, responsibility, and presence - standing slightly to the side, holding things together, listening more than speaking. Over time, I found myself writing more songs, and slowly moving closer to the center. Not in a dramatic way, and not all at once. More as a gradual decision to give the songs - and singing in my own voice - more room than I used to. To stay with them longer, to listen more careful

I love those moments, when I tune-in to Deep Listening. I am standing light and evenly balanced on my feet. I am slightly bent forward as...