An EP of vocal pieces (not jazz and way longer than 40s)
I was tasked to write about 40s of jazz for a South African documentary and immediately rebelled against my adult self and wrote instead these 3 pieces while camped on a camping bed with my rog laptop and motu track 16 with horrendous latency (all my equipment was packed in storage for an impending cross Canada move), and to my neighbours' horror finished the raw effort by about 3-4am.
I suppose the totally improvised music and lyrical boomy microphone-singing effect (of trying not to wake up downtown Vancouver), is the only aspect that might have satisfied the request for Jazz, and about 17min of material to cut 40s from. Alas, the songs came out childlike and dark, all seemingly an homage to our lost inner childs - traumatized alike by generations of war and from being conditioned to draw inside the lines forevermore.
Dedicated to Franka and my Vancouver friends