Queen George

Summer of 21, Bordeaux, France. It rained, it rained, the sky and I didnt stop crying. Today I call it cleansing, but back then I couldnt even call it. My love at the time couldnt call me either - he was slipping through my fingers by the day. Our relationship slowly died like a campfire that gets smaller while everyone sits around and watches the flames go down, quietly observing. As life would have it, the more we died, the more myself and my music came alive. A whole world opened at the expense of the demise of what I thought was my whole world.

I have good and bad news about heartbreak. The bad news is that it sucks. The good news is that in such deep waters, you can be nothing but honest. The urge to reclaim my identity washed over me and I decided it was time to bring every part of my being to life. With the love & support of my wonderful friends and producers Dean Woodson, Jean Castel, and Edouard Algayon, every sound, language, culture, flavor that makes up my DNA found its way to my fingertips and Boded was born. 

BODED (pronounced Bodd), Hebrew for LONELY, sings the pain of the man I loved slipping away from me. His body was there, but his heart and spirit were no longer around. BODED, wanted alive not dead. When I lost him, I found myself and my sound. This song is a concoction of dying love, living beauty, the Israeli music I was raised on, many languages, few words, all united in harmony between the creaking walls of a castle in the south of France. I hope you enjoy my he(art) as much as I enjoy giving it to you.