i really love the the way you are telling strories, which i call music diaries.it reminds me jens lekman.

Hello do you have an email address I can contact you on pls? Thank you

pure – silk – fragile – warm

…and i think one of your songs you performed live on dec. the 4th at kampnagel.
whole family involved in your sounds…

greets from Germany, Nils

as always,
hypnotized
by your voice and music..

Peter, is the recording you did on the EP video available? I love this take – Heather’s harmonies and the natural builds dynamically are great! Please let me know if I can obtain this somehow!

Beautiful!

Spending the evening listening to your album with my parents in Donegal, Ireland. You played a show a few years ago with a band called The Ambience Affair. they tell me you’re a gent!

It seems as if at the beginning of the song you’re deflecting. Heather then pop. You then Nills. Back to you. Your machine or Heather’s? Was it dirty because you killed or because of the mess you had made in the car contrasting with the one caused outside? What is “everything” in the context you used?

Which song was playing on the radio?

I am actually am interesting in interviewing Peter. I have been searching for ways to to contact him and I have resorted to this. I host a popular podcast where I converse with various people about what they do in life and what lead them there. In the past I have spoke to a variety of people from Wayne Kramer of the MC5, former Black Panthers to female butchers. As a side note I am a fan of Peter’s music. below is a link to the site that hosts my show.

Find me Peter.

http://feralaudio.com/category/conversations-matt-dwyer/

fleeting, oh how fleeting the words do become. the words stuck up in my head come to me while typing them down in the darkest room. darkness interupted with the light i try to add upon. Funny, oh how funny it seems to me now while lookind back to just amoment ago. Where have I gone. Constantly changing to my written words and written words before me. how many will discover the real truth I have only just now realized. How small I am and how small I’ve become. so small I am almost not here. But it is what I prefer. get close to me or go far away get right in front of me or close behind I may humbly follow or thankfully lead. Everything is not for sure. Of this I am sure, nothing is for sure but something. If I follow behind I will softly whisper. If I lead I will do so gracefully shouting. I know very little but rightfully enough about solitary quietness. I live with integrity’s paradoxial lie.

More than ten years ago I lived quite a similar experience which made me realize that our cars are also weapons, especially for animals. Anything we do has consequences.

I had just come back from school and when I parked my car in the garden I found, trapped in the radiator grille, the dead body of a little bird. So tiny and so fragile. The only thing I could do then is hope he didn’t suffer. I guess he didn’t.

Since then each time I see a dead animal on the street, may it be a hedgehog, a weasel, a cat or any other once-living creature, I cannot help thinking about the consequences of our own lives.

Hope they could forgive us . . .

In birds Heaven, this little bird will be proud to say to his buddies : “at least it worth it, i have a song just for me, and you know who wrote it ? Mr Peter Broderick, exactly bunch of loosers…”

RIP little bird

Dear Mr. Broderick,

First of all I would like to say I think your music is absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful. The first song I heard was “Another Glacier” and since then I’ve been in love with your instrumental pieces (Float, When I’m Gone to name a few) but the song Trespassing is one of the most heartbreaking songs I’ve ever heard. There is something in the way your voice wraps itself round the words “not me, not this time, not me” that is inexplicably sweet and at the same time sad.

It is with that song in mind I wrote one of my own. It’s called “Home” and is about my dearest friend. In a time where I found it difficult to understand people around me and how I should be around others and conduct myself in this world, she in a way saved me really and we drove to the south of France where we spent two weeks reading and talking.
Now almost a year later I found the right words to describe that trip, cause now I wasn’t the one who needed someone to lean on but it was her. And that’s why I wrote this song. And Trespassing reminded me of trying to take care of everyone but not always being able to. But you do your best, especially for those close.

Thanks for being the wonderful musician that you are and I wish you all the luck in the world.

M.

so deep this song. The melody is amazing it sounds so quiet and sweet. The lyrics features something so inocent, it is incredible that you try to solve what you did and that attitude just makes me think about life. It is so true what you created on this song. Thank you Peter for making music like that so sensitive that gets into my heart (:

A truly brilliant song. The first time I heard this I had a moment. Moments which are very hard to come by. A moment when it is just you and the music. The music lifts you out of the normal world and transports you to a place of the sublime. Amazing song. Thank you.

Such a beautiful song. Thank you Peter!

Halllloooo!

Just wanted to say that I love your music! Beautiful design of your webpage! Your voice! You creativity. Your talent! Everything!

Good luck although you don’t need any! You have got everything you need!
- A student from Canada

Aw, poor little plover.

Great song. Somehow ironic that the poor little bird is a young “Killdeer”. Very glad you didn’t run into and kill a deer, though!

This reminds me of the time I knocked over & killed a German Shepherd dog that ran into the road … I couldn’t even move or speak but one of the guys I was in the car with, a hard punk rocker, got out of the car & held the dog in his arms at the roadside & cried … I want to cry now thinking about that … It taught me lot about myself …
Lovely tune … you have a lot of lovely tunes !

This song played as my father called me up an hour or so ago and said:
“You know, I was thinking last night. None of the men on your mother’s side of the family could have kids. Some of them adopted…Call your mom and see what she says. See if I’m right”. They’ve been divorced for sixteen years. And I talked to her and when I asked her the question she sighed and knew.

Never could have kids. All those years creating that familial story – the dream is a dream is a dream. How is that for trespassing.

This song is still playing and will continue to and it will mark the day I learned that the men of my mom’s side, my great uncles who all stomped through trenches during the second world war, I am much closer to them than I thought myself to be.

The bird seems to be a “Kildeer”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killdeer

Perhaps you should add the calls of this specie in the background of the song, at times. Perhaps.

I had a similar experience in the summer of 2011, driving home from the farmer’s market on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. However, the bird was flying the same direction as my car, and at the last second I braked as quick as I could. I heard a light bump as we made contact, but through some miracle of physics and the wind, the bird was fine and kept flying along beside us before heading for the trees. Just thought I would add my story, which proves how sometimes minute differences can change the outcome of a situation dramatically, and end in a sad song or a happy song. Thank you for the music.

When I was younger, I used to stay up late into the night listening to my favorite albums and letting my imagination take me places. This music has really reawakened that wonder–thank you.

I love this song, its the little things in life that need to be respected and thought of more often…..

great song