Scrappy Koala

For fans of:george winston, jim brickman, coldplay, yanni, u2

All my music is free because you deserve it and I'm here to serve but all I ask is a thank you or even better add me on facebook and sometime when your bored I'll chat with you while writing some music. I like connecting with people its what makes life so unique.

Music Artist Review: Marcus Robair

Piano music has its days as ambient sounds filling posh elevators or as background music while you study. As a classically-trained pianist, I’m restless for more—more of what the piano is capable of. And I’m not talking about pitch bending or key distortions of the digital kind, I’m looking for the ultimate expression that chips away at the sterility of black and white. Perhaps a sort of existential music.

I admit I have no clue what this should sound like, but after listening to Marcus Robair, I must say he comes close to fulfilling this restlessness that needs to be filled in piano music. An experimental keyboardist at best, he has a remarkable sense of rhythm borne out of his previous life as a drummer. With a full tonal palette before him, he takes to the keys with that same spirit, creating unpredictable melodic sequences and striking the notes with a sort of poetic alliteration that immediately draw you in.

Before you know it, you lose your soul to his music.

Also known as Scrappy Koala to his fans, Marcus is surprisingly self-taught, with a technique that is quite inimitable. His music possesses a spontaneous raw energy that can only stem from the core of his being, and this being is the ultimate expression. Forced to deal with the surge of emotion present in his music, we find ourselves feeling instead of passively listening. We are provoked to question the human condition, but most of all, to understand and feel who we truly are, devoid of all pretentiousness.

This is what makes his music so special.