From the piano stool of Christine Anderson to the ones who followed their hearts and found themselves here, welcome. It is a priviledge to share with you the secrets of my soul.

I've had music playing in my head for as long as I can remember - beautiful, haunting melodies floating into my ears from some invisible radio in the sky. Home schooled from 2nd grade all the way to high school, I grew up away from the outside world, and because I wasn't allowed to watch TV or listen to the radio, I found myself wandering every day deeper and deeper into my imagination, following a faint, distant melody the way Alice followed the Little White Rabbit.

Shortly before my tenth birthday, I sat down at a piano for the first time ever and discovered I somehow just knew how to play it. It was only a sense at first: the keys seemed familiar to me somehow - the way they looked, the way they felt beneath my fingertips - and I sat rivited to the bench, exploring hand positions and combinations of notes until songs were pouring out of me like I'd been doing it all my life.

After walking around for so long with all that music in my head, and no way of letting it out, this was a "Eureka!" moment for me. I knew in my heart of hearts that this was my calling, that I was destined to play the piano, and by the time my tenth birthday rolled around, I'd convinced my parents of it, too. They bought me my very own piano for my birthday that year, from a cute little refurbishing place called The Piano Hospital. It was a restored Baldwin Acrosonic spinet with a gleaming honey finish. From the moment I first touched the keys, I was in love. There would be no turning back.

The piano seemed to take over me, more and more, as I practiced every day, and before long I was marveling at my fingers as they flew across the keys, seemingly with a mind of their own. At first, there was a constant battle between the powers of creativity and my own mind as I sought to control the forces at work, but eventually I realized that the more I learned to surrender, and the less I thought about what I was doing, the better I would play. Finally there came a day when I stopped fighting all together and let the music take over me completely.

Now, when the inspiration strikes, it's like a immense, invisible wave. I wait for it, and wait for it, and when it comes, it comes with power, surging up under me and filling me with music that courses through my body, mind, and soul. I am at its mercy, powerless and in awe, as I keep my mind clear of all thoughts and surrender to its will.

As long as I don't fight it, I play like magic, and the music seems to write itself as it flows through my being. Without so much as a thought, entire songs come to life, each one a surprise. It is an experience like no other, and when the ride is over, I am just a normal person, standing behind my Yamaha digital piano in silent astonishment.

With passion like this, I always knew I would share my music with the world... and that's what I'm doing here today. Feel free to look around, and if you haven't done so yet, turn up your speakers and listen to the music. If you have headphones, that's even better. :)

If you like what you hear, I do hope you'll pick up a copy of my CD, Live Summer Session. It's nothing fancy, just me and the piano in my living room, going at it... but it's stirred up some international critical acclaim and opened doors for me to record a real, professional studio album later this year at Gregg Karukas' Nightowl Studios in Los Angeles.

For now, I truly hope you enjoy my little living room recording. I can't emphasize enough how important your support is to me, so if you like what you hear, please pick up a copy. And remember... it's just a little taste of things to come.

Musically Yours,

Christine Anderson
Monday, March 30, 2008