I think it all started a couple of months ago. It was a dear friend -Henry or Aubben I think- who pointed me towards the talent of a singer called Tiny Ruins. So I went over and listened to her songs, and watched how the rest of the evening turned into a blur. A couple of days later we both sent our cd's to the other side of the world, and her music conquered my house. Not a day has passed since the day I found the package in the mailbox without me listening to the record at least once. It is one of the most honest and beautiful records I have heard in a very long time. And it is part of me now.

Then last week, after having restlessly looked for the heart of a Saturday night and not having found it, I couldn't sleep. Sheets and blankets kicked around again. And words started coming to my mind, so after half an hour of battling my insomnia I got up and scribbled them down. The sun came up while I was playing the melody on the guitar, softly so as not to wake the neighbors through the open window. But the weird and wonderful part was that I did not hear myself sing it. It was Hollie's voice singing about roads to nowhere and restlessness. So I asked her if she'd consider singing the track, and she kindly accepted. For which I am so grateful. Because here it is now, a week and a bit later. A song that has travelled from Spain to New Zealand and back a couple of times. Hollie singing and playing cello, a gentle friend of hers playing the banjo. And me floating on the beauty they made.

Road to nowhere. We hope you like it.