"When the skies open up, and the stars shine brighter. When I reach places I've never seen. When, when... when?" Statements turn suddenly into questions; certainty morphs into vagueness. The more our musician experiments - or elaborates his thoughts as simple verse - the more options will reveal themselves. An empirical style, born of scissors, glues, and a disdain for consistency, spawns both discoveries and doubt.


Orlando15 – Clean Soul
Orlando15 – Today (with Shade)
Orlando15 – My Angel (I Lose You)
Orlando15 – Snow On Your Hands
Orlando15 – Bicycle Trip (Intro)
Orlando15 – Get Up! Morning!