On this page
you’ll find where my music lives -
in various voices and forms

You’re invited to

• discover ROOTSOUND ALCHEMIST
the Ritual Sound Collective
I co-create with beloved companions

• step into the vocal transmission space of The OHRacle

• explore my solo work under Anir Solo

Each project is a work in progress and
a different facet of the same song:
a voice listening,
a body remembering,
and a sound becoming a bridge

… I fell in love with music at a young age, yet I was born into a world where it was guarded, held in the hands of men, passed between amplifiers and garage doors. There was little space for the wild voice I carried.

So I wandered. I followed the call of sovereignty and singer-songwriting,
then jazz, carrying my guitar like a shield, moving through cities and heartbreak, through jam sessions thick with ego and testosterone
- letting myself be intimidated and swallowed whole.

I lost my voice to the pressure of striving, high expectations, auditions, and the hope of being accepted into something I wasn’t sure would ever truly make room for me.

The heartbreak was evident and I became really shy.
But then dance found me. Literally. But this is another story to tell.
Within it, the raw and vulnerable pulse that was me was not just allowed,
it was celebrated.
Improvisation gave me breath again.
It loosened my grip on perfectionism and began to heal the spirit-shattering experiences I had absorbed in the jazz scene.
In movement, my voice was no longer something to prove and it surprisingly to me, began to return.

Through stepping away from music entirely and immersing myself in the body, something unexpected happened:
Sound returned not to impress, but to inhabit.
Not because I chased it, but because its calling became ear-deafening.
Song began to rise from my bones, not seeking approval, but truth.
The voice that once struggled to be heard became a current that sings through me still.

At one point, I thought I would devote myself entirely to teaching
Contact Improvisation. And I did.. for a while.
But music kept weaving its way back in.
Festival and event organizers began asking me to hold singing circles.
And oh, how I really didn’t want to!
But eventually, I gave in and found myself holding point for both:
body and voice, dance and song.
And I’ve never regretted it.

I didn’t choose music. It pulled me in.
Over and over again, until I gave up my resistance.
And I’m so grateful it always called me back home.

There are layers and stories to my relationship with “Mother Music” and this is just one of many… and I know I’m not the only one when I say:
If it weren’t for music, I wouldn’t be here anymore.
I truly owe my life to this medicine
and in making more of it
I want to celebrate and give back in deep gratitude!