Made By Grey
Post Rock is not dead.
These difficult times.
Made by grey is a d.i.y studio project of Antonis Hatzimichalis (The Autumn Leaf Science). A project, accomplished with any available equipment and the help of friends, helpfull individuals and the minimum budget. Order or donate to help made by grey fund and produce his second album. The goal is, that every cent u send will go in session musicians, audio engineers and general expences that a production needs. You 'll be notified and informed at every step of the recordings and the album progress via weekly studio diaries, so you 'll know what s going on. Also feel free to contact made by grey for any suggestion or question..
(Little secrets is a poem of Christina Kotsarini, translated and narrated by Terry Siganos )
Your little secrets guard them the ones that give you strength that maintain you that you can stride without fear with audacity exhume your little secrets like the treasures of gold with fine craftsmanship that stand in the showcase and you admire them and you are in ecstasy in front of their wealth Don't sell out your matured flesh what remains The secret of the flame is your final treasure. "Christina Kotsarini"
Crave // monologue
...I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you. "Sarah Kane"
A sense of unspeakable security is in me this moment, on account of your having understood the book. I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the gods in old Rome's Pantheon. It is a strange feeling -- no hopefulness is in it, no despair. Content -- that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. I speak now of my profoundest sense of being, not of an incidental feeling. "Herman Melville 1851"
All music composed, arranged and produced by Antonis Hatzimichalis
Drums: Spiros SK Kodounis
Violin: Charalampos Paritsis a.k.a. Lusty Apricot
Vocals: Katerina Panagiotou
Guitar,Bass,Piano,Concert Bells: Antonis Hatzimichalis