
Every Song Had to Belong From the moment I began composing “Eternal Echoes,” I knew the album needed variety. Every song had to stand on its own — complete, distinctive, with a strong identity of its own. At the same time, they all needed to belong to the same larger picture. The songs are individual…

The Origin: A Farmhouse and a Feeling of Floating I originally wrote “Free to Fly” in the summer of 1994 or 1995 — the exact year has dissolved, which tells you something about how old this song is. The inspiration came from something else entirely: a three-month summer course I took in 1993. We stayed…

The idea for “I Held You Once” came from my time in India. I lived and worked there for a little over a year, on assignment that was meant to last two. The pollution cut it short and sent me back to Finland, but the country itself I loved without reservation. In 2010 Mumbai was…

Never has songwriting been such a journey as with “Poliphilos’s Party For The Poor & Betrayed”. And right away I want to thank my produced Juho to staying with me as I tried to merge the impossible. What I knew from the start that the “Eternal Echoes” album needed a “mentor song” – a track…

The Island Says No Prologue: The Leftovers Once. They. Were. Gods! Now they lived on an abandoned island, because everybody who is somebody migrated to America. Indeed, in the mid-19th century, as the great steamships churned across the Atlantic carrying empires, fortunes, and the promise of a new dawn and gold, the major deities migrated…

The Boat The ship was a floating hotel with a deck plan that changed at the whim of the tide. Poliphilos boarded in Southampton on a Tuesday that felt like a Friday, carrying a suitcase and a contract that described him as a dance pianist and occasional vocal partner. The employment agency had called it…

1. The Origin: A Room, a River, and a Rebellion The seeds of Skylark were planted in the early years of my independence, a time of raw self-discovery and quiet rebellion of the 1990s. After graduating from high school and completing my army service, I was expected to follow a conventional path—doctor, lawyer, or pilot.…

Doin’ the Pompeii Late last summer Poliphilos was passing by Pompeii when he heard a strange sound. The Italian heat sat upon the skin like in August like it has done for millennia, and pressed his emerald green Indian silk suit into the bones like a heavy, ancient weight. The air in this region smelled…

1. The Origin: From Daydream to Dualism The inspiration for “European Son” emerged from a deeply personal place, rooted in my own romantic 20-something daydreams in the 90’s. There’s also a sonic memory from the performance of Helsinki Dance Company and its interval act sung by Tove Wingren in 1996. It must then have been…

The Letter and the Flight The letter arrived at his Scandinavian getaway on heavy, cream-colored parchment, sealed with wax that smelled of river mud and old pine. It bore no return address, only a single line in elegant, spidery script: The River is being drained. Come. The Maidens Poliphilos knew the handwriting. It belonged to…