Jonah Sissoyev

𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘭 is my favorite song off of my favorite piano record: 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴 by . Ever since I first listened to it, I loved it and knew I wanted to play it. Here is a humble arrangement.

Folks, this is the hottest take on buying acoustic gear.

𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 available everywhere you listen.

The record has almost no talking, just singing and mostly songs.

🎥 .skye.guitar

My new record 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 is available today everywhere you listen!

Latley in life I have found myself in places I did not set out for. In places that are difficult to describe.

I’ve been calling it nowhere. Previously I would probably describe nowhere as another way of saying “lost”. Now I am not so sure. To me it’s a space
somewhere between “lost” and “found”. But I don’t feel lost. I am not waiting to be found.

It’s not so much a void, it’s a location, or a place. I am beginning to believe that wherever I am, there is ground made for standing. And that wherever I am standing is worth learning to love.

Last summer we all sat in a living room, shut off the AC and hit record. Each song was recorded live in the same room with everyone facing each other. Each person brought a special voice to each song in its own way. What we captured is a moment in time that I will not soon forget.

This handful of songs given as an offering to a place called nowhere.

𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 is available everywhere you listen to music.

Vocal harmonies:
Acoustic guitar:
Electric guitar:
Cello: .bridges
Violin:

Produced and mixed: .skye.guitar

Mastered:

Welp it’s another holiday season and the days are short and cold.
I’m not usually one for Christmas songs but this melody pulled me in.

Thanks so much for meeting me in a quiet corner of the internet and supporting the music that I make. 🎄

Last winter and I recorded a video with .skye.guitar at .

It was cold then and it is cold now 🥶

Full Video in Linktree 📽️

A few years ago I began having severe fatigue problems. I would wake up, and my regular routine of making coffee, cooking breakfast, going to work was overwhelming.

My body, emotions, thoughts felt heavy.

Plans were made and canceled. “Hey I’m not going to make it today”was the text I sent most.

No amount of rest or coffee would do the trick.

Then the doctor’s visits began. Some said a tumor, another said maybe long Covid. One doctor asked me the week before Christmas “well, do you want to be disabled for the rest of your life?”

Blood draws, CT scans and a brain MRI. No real answers.

I was worried.
I was afraid.
I was losing it.

I never did get any answers but I do feel much better, some of the time, most of the days.

During that time my abilities were unpredictable. Some days I felt fine, others I couldn’t leave my bed. I struggle with explaining the inconsistencies of my body that became the inconsistencies of my life.

I never finished this song.
It feels fitting.