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This Symphonic Music Project is all about my dream to compose and produce songs for what eventually should become a full fledged pop-rock opera. I’d like this opera to be comprised  of songs performed by various artists glued coherently together through orchestral interludes and sound design, completed with striking storytelling in the form of narration. I will make it able for you to follow me into my footsteps as the project evolves in time. It will be an ongoing project for at least one year and probably more. Songs will become available one by one as soon as I have completed and approved them. After completion of the project it will probably contain more than 3 hours of music all together.


To let you getting acquainted with the music and to give you a clue as to the musical direction I’m planning on taking the opera, I’ve compiled some first tracks I recorded in the past several years. It will give you a pretty good idea of my intentions. When the project reaches its final stages narration will be added to give the opera the ouch of a  story being told. My inspiration for choosing this musical form I found in “Journey to the Center of the Earth” by my great example mister Rick Wakeman.

To let you get the best experience I’ve implemented the option for you to enter “Perseus’ Tribe” where you will be kept posted with priority on all things developing and perhaps even more important you will be given privileges relative to people who won’t join the tribe. I’m thinking of releasing special editions of tracks and so on. Of course people in the tribe will be able to communicate directly with me for which I’m implementing a system in place to accommodate this.

I hope the music will inspire you as much as the prog-rock music of the seventies and eighties has inspired me.

The Adventures

The Adventures of Perseus

The Oracle

King Acrisius of Argos was warned by an oracle that he would be killed in time by a son born to his daughter Danae. So he promptly locked Danae up in a dungeon. But the god Zeus got in, disguised as a shower of gold, with the result that Perseus was born. So Acrisius straightaway stuck daughter and infant into a chest and pushed it out to sea. Perhaps he expected it to sink like a stone, but instead it floated quite nicely, fetching up on a beach on the island of Seriphos.


Here a fisherman named Dictys came upon the unusual bit of flotsam and adopted a protective attitude toward its contents. Thus Perseus had the advantage of a pure and simple role model as he grew to young manhood. Then one day Dictys’s brother, who happened to be king in those parts, took a fancy to Danae and pressed his attentions upon her. “You leave my mother alone,” insisted Perseus, clenching a not-insubstantial fist. And the king, Polydectes by name, had no choice but to desist. Or, rather, he grew subtle in the means of achieving his desires.

The Bride Price

“Okay, okay, don’t get yourself into an uproar,” he said to Perseus, though not perhaps in those exact words. He put it out that, instead, he planned to seek the hand of another maiden, one Hippodameia. “And I expect every one of my loyal subjects to contribute a gift to the bride price,” he said, looking meaningfully at Perseus. “What have you to offer?” When Perseus did not answer right away, Polydectes went on: “A team of horses? A chariot of intricate devising? Or a coffer of gems perhaps?”

The Boast

Perseus fidgeted uncomfortably. “If it meant you’d leave my mother alone, I’d gladly give you anything I owned – which unfortunately is precious little. Horses, chariot, gems, you name it – if I had ‘em, they’d be yours. The sweat of my brow, the gain of my strong right arm, whatever. I’d go out and run the marathon if they were holding the Olympics this year. I’d scour the seas for treasure, I’d quest to the ends of the earth. Why, I’d even bring back the head of Medusa herself if I had it in my power.”

The Challenge

Pausing for a breath against the pitch to which he’d worked himself up, Perseus was shocked to hear the silence snapped by a single “Done!” “Come again?” he queried. “You said you’d bring me the head of Medusa” Polydectes replied. “I presume you refer to the Gorgon with snakes for hair and hideous tusks for teeth, the creature so horrible that her very gaze can turn the mightiest hero to stone. Well, I say fine – go do it.” And so it was that Perseus set out one bright October morn in quest of the snake-infested, lolling-tongued, boar’s-tusked noggin of a Gorgon whose very glance had the power to turn the person glanced upon to stone.

The Gorgon

Clearly, then, Perseus had his work cut out for him. Fortunately he had an ally in Athena. The goddess of crafts and war had her own reasons for wishing to see the Gorgon vanquished, so she was eager to advise Perseus. Why, exactly, Athena had it in for Medusa is not entirely clear. The likeliest explanation is that the Gorgon, while still a beautiful young maiden, had profaned one of Athena’s temples. For this sacrilege Athena turned her into a monster, but apparently this wasn’t punishment enough.


Now Athena wanted Medusa’s head to decorate her own shield, to magnify its power by the Gorgon’s terrible gaze. Athena told Perseus where he could find the special equipment needed for his task. “Seek ye the nymphs who guard the helmet of invisibility,” she counseled the young hero. And where, Perseus inquired, might he find these nymphs? “Ask the Gray Sisters, the Graeae, born hags with but a single eye in common. They know – if they’ll tell you.” And where were the Graeae? “Ask him who holds the heavens on his back – Atlas, renegade Titan, who pays eternally the price of defying Zeus almighty.” Okay, okay, and where’s this Atlas? “Why, that’s simple enough – at the very western edge of the world.”

The Grey Sisters

Before sending him off on this tangled path, Athena lent Perseus her mirrored shield and suggested how he make use of it. And while her directions were somewhat deficient as to particulars, Perseus did indeed track down Atlas, who grudgingly gestured in the direction of a nearby cave where, sure enough, he found the Graeae. Perseus had heard the version of the myth whereby these Sisters, though gray-haired from infancy and sadly lacking in the eyeball department, were as lovely as young swans. But he was disappointed to find himself taking part in the version that had them as ugly as ogres.

The Trick

Nor was their disposition any cause for delight. Sure, they knew where the nymphs did dwell, but that was, in a manner of speaking, theirs to know and his to find out. With cranky cackles and venomous vim, they told him just what he could do with his quest. But the hero had a trick or two up his sleeve, and by seizing that which by virtue of its scarcity and indispensability they valued above all else, he made them tell him what he wanted to know about the location of the water nymphs.


At length Perseus found the nymphs in Hades, bathing in the river Styx, and got the gear. This consisted of the helmet of invisibility, winged sandals and a special pouch for carrying Medusa’s head once he’d chopped it off. Medusa would retain the power of her gaze even in death, and it was vital to hide the head unless occasion called for whipping it out and using it on some enemy. The god Hermes also helped out at this point, providing Perseus with a special cutting implement, a sword or sickle of adamant. Some add that it was Hermes, not the nymphs, who provided the winged sandals.


Thus Perseus was equipped – one might even say overequipped – for his task. A quick escape would be essential after slaying Medusa, since she had two equally monstrous sisters who would be sure to avenge her murder, and they had wings of gold or brass which would bear them in swift pursuit of the killer. So at least the winged sandals were a good idea. But if this supernatural appliance guaranteed the swiftest of escapes, why bother with a helmet of invisibility, which made it just about impossible for the Gorgons to find you even if you didn’t deign to hurry away? Because it makes for a better myth, that’s why.

The Gaze

And so Perseus sought out Medusa’s lair, surrounded as it was by the petrified remains of previous visitors, and he found the Gorgon sleeping; Yes, even though he had the good old magic arsenal, Perseus was not so foolhardy as to wake Medusa. And even though her gaze could hardly be expected to turn anyone to stone while her eyes were closed, he used the device provided by Athena to avoid looking at Medusa directly. (This suggests that you could be turned to stone just by gazing at Medusa, though most versions of the myth have it that it was the power of her gaze that counted.)


Entering, then, somewhat unglamorously into the fray – if “fray” is the right word to describe a battle against a sleeping opponent – Perseus whacked Medusa’s head off. At just that instant, the winged horse Pegasus, offspring of Medusa and the god Poseidon, was born from the bleeding neck. Then Perseus donned his special getaway gear and departed victoriously before Medusa’s sisters could take their revenge. Though these sisters were immortal, Medusa clearly was not. She died when her head was severed, which required the special cutting implement given to Perseus by Hermes.


Even in death Medusa’s gaze could turn things to stone, so Perseus quickly stored his trophy in the special sack provided by the water nymphs. And taking wing once more on his flying sandals, he began his return trip to Seriphos. He got as far as Ethiopia when, from his aerial perspective, he spied an arresting sight. Chained to a seaside rock was a beautiful maiden. Perseus forthwith descended to inquire more closely into this strange situation.


The maiden turned out to be the daughter of King Cepheus, whose wife had claimed to be more beautiful than the daughters of the ancient god known as the Old Man of the Sea. For this impertinence, the gods sent a sea monster to ravage the kingdom. An oracle foretold that the king’s only hope was to sacrifice his daughter to the beast. Perseus offered to rescue the princess, whose name was Andromeda, in return for her hand in marriage. The king gave his consent just in time, for the sea monster now hove into sight and bore down upon Andromeda’s perilous perch.

The Sea Battle

Perseus took to the air on his winged sandals. When the beast darted at the hero’s shadow on the water, Perseus plunged down and buried his sword into its shoulder. Repeatedly he stabbed at the scaly flank and tail until the creature spouted seawater mixed with blood. Perseus feared that he could no longer remain aloft on his spume-soaked sandals, so he descended to a rock where he continued to stab at the sea-monster until it finally succumbed. (In another version, he tried to freeze the monster with the Gorgon’s head but was thwarted by its lack of eyes. So he strangled it to death instead.) Cepheus and his queen welcomed their savior, and Andromeda, unshackled, was led off to her wedding feast by the weary but satisfied hero.

The Banquet

That night Perseus regaled one and all with tales of his prowess, until suddenly there was a commotion at the door. It turned out to be Andromeda’s uncle Phineus who, as King Cepheus had omitted to mention, had been promised her hand in marriage. Phineus had brought along a number of allies who supported his prior claim to the princess. Challanges and taunts were exchanged, and then the banquet erupted in bloody warfare. Eventually Perseus was so worn out with hacking and hewing that he resorted to his secret weapon.

The Stoning

“All who are my friends, turn aside your eyes!” he commanded, as he drew Medusa’s head from his sack. Amazingly, not one of the enemies was smart enough to heed this tipoff, and at least one ally was dense enough to fail to look askance. Perseus proceeded to turn each and every one of Phineus’s cohorts to stone. Phineus himself begged for mercy, claiming that he had acted out of love for Andromeda rather than enmity for the hero. Perseus callously rejected this supplication, stating that his soon-to-be wife would benefit from having a lasting memorial of her former fiancee. Phineus was accordingly frozen forever in a cringing attitude.

Taken for Granite

Meanwhile, back on Seriphos, King Polydectes had gone back to pestering Danae just as soon as Perseus was out of sight. Returning at last to his mother’s rescue, the hero marched boldly into Polydectes’ court. There, in cushioned splendor, sat the king surrounded by his sycophants. “Well,” he sneered, “what have you brought me?” Perseus produced the bag. “The Gorgon’s head, as promised,” he replied. “Would you like to see it?” Polydectes made the mistake of saying yes.


The ensuing years of prosperity and contentment for Perseus and Andromeda were somewhat marred by what happened next. Leaving the kindly fisherman Dictys on the throne of Seriphos, Perseus returned to his native city of Argos. His grandfather heard he was coming and, ever mindful of the oracle’s prophesy, left town. Perseus innocently followed. Invited to

Perseus was born as the son of
Zeus & Danae

Your Support Needed

Your support is crucial for me to accomplish the Perseus Music Project!

In the past I’ve visited the Midem in France (the largest music industry fair in the world) several times trying to convey the story of the project to the major record labels hoping to be signed of course. But as you probably will guess this did not happen to my great disappointment. What I did learn the more recent years is that I wouldn’t necessarily be needing a record company anymore since every artist is able to reach out to people by the internet. I studied how things work and in 2018 I decided to give the project another go without the help of a record company, a publisher or whatever was needed in the earlier days. Therefore I now solely aim directly to all the people in the world who genuine love symphonic or prog rock music. Not having obligations to any company I freed myself from any creative limitations that I would have had as a signed artist.

So since I decided to go on with my project early 2018 it became apparent that YOU perhaps as a prog rock music lover now are the most important person to me.  Without you I will not be able to accomplish my lifetime dream. In fact without you as a fan and supporter there will be no Perseus Music Project in the first place. So this is why I’m going to put you in the first place or drivers’ seat for that matter.

So I’d like to invite you to get acquainted to the project and hopefully I can welcome you as a supporter of my music project very soon. Again, since no third parties like record companies, publishers of investors for that matter are involved I totally depend on people who appreciate what I do. So your support would mean the world to me.

To accomplish the project I need YOUR help !

Your support can come in two ways:
– First by simply buying my tracks as I release them and
– Secondly awarding me with a one time off or a recurrent gift.

To keep track of all supporters I’m implementing a system which makes me able to connect with you on a personal level. In advance I do thank you very much when supporting me in my endeavor to realize the biggest music project I’ve ever been on. Thank you once again!

Join the Perseus Tribe

Perseus' Tribe

To let you having the best experience I’ve implemented “PERSEUS´ TRIBE”

After buying the first tracks you will rerouted to an opt-in page for a FREE MEMBERSHIP to  “PERSEUS” TRIBE”. In this way you will be able to receiving my e-mails once in a while so you will kept posted with priority on all things developing. And perhaps even more important it will  give you privileges relative to people who don’t join the tribe. Think of special editions of tracks and so on. When in the Perseus tribe you’ll also have the ability to communicate directly with me to which I do look forward to.

I hope the music will inspire you as much as the prog-rock music of the seventies and eighties has inspired me to the extend of becoming a professional music artist.