Category: Writings
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About “Last Rose Of Summer”
Last Rose of Summer was born in a late summer of the mid-1990s, out of a synthesizer. I had saved for a long time to buy a Korg Trinity, and its arpeggiator became my playground. One evening — it must have been a warm stretch of July or early August — I set the machine…
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Journey to “Last Rose Of Summer”
Whoever reads this, you have found it. It does not matter where. It does not matter when. You have found this on a desk, or in a drawer, or in the pocket of a coat that belonged to someone you knew, or you picked it up from a table at a hotel you will never…
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Journey to “Morning”
The Eve The year in which he had lost everything it is possible to lose ended not with a bang but with a plane ticket. After the airport in Mumbai, the year of holding on and then the release, the year of the flight he took and the one he skipped and the one that…
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About “Morning”
“Morning” originally started as a promise to myself after a major, life-altering experience I had in the summer of 1993. After spending the whole summer on a course by a famous Finnish primal therapist doing group exercises and sessions that combined dance, movement and primal therapy to increase our knowledge about ourselves, something inside me…
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About “Love Boat”
Six Weeks Between Two Countries My song “Love Boat” is rooted in the six weeks I spent as a performer on a cruise ship travelling between Finland and Sweden in 1999. It was a strange experience, because I remained onboard for almost the entire time. I may have stepped ashore once or twice on either…
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Journey to “My Dreams Of Tomorrow”
The News The letter was old when it reached him — carried by cart, then boat, then cart again through the spring mud, and delivered by a merchant’s boy who did not know what he carried. Poliphilos unrolled it by candlelight in the guest-room of the monastery where he was staying. It was not addressed…
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Journey to “Free To Fly”
I. The Invitation Venice in the aftermath of the Biennale behaved like a city with a headache: the party was over, but nobody had cleared the glasses. Gallerists who had spent June saying darling to each other now crossed the campo in opposite directions, and the ones who didn’t cross fast enough had learned to…
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About “Underwurlde”
Every album needs a beginning, and “Eternal Echoes”, structured, quietly, as a Hero’s Journey across its ten songs has “Underwurlde” where that journey starts. Let’s start with the music. Underneath the modern production is an old Finnish folk song from Karelia, Finland so the bones of the melody are older than anything else on “Eternal…
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Journey to “Underwurlde”
That Italian journal The rain over Berlin had the patience of something that intended to stay for weeks. Poliphilos had taken the corner table in a café off Prenzlauer Allee, the one farthest from the speakers, and worked his way down through a stack of archaeology journals the way other people worked through newspapers: sideways.…
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Journey to “I Held You Once”
Landside The taxi coupon already paid, forty rupees folded into the driver’s visor anyway because some transactions end with a tip and this one ends with a year, the window down, the driver saying something about the traffic at Andheri that the radio was also saying, while the August heat was pressing against the car,…