Evening Ragas

A vespers on Berlin's Leipziger Straße, made using abstractions of Nelly's Air Force Ones (2002) and Ravi B's Rum is Meh Lovah (2006) - the latter, in turn, references Clifton Charles' Rum (Kill Meh Whole Family) (1982). On this resurrected thoroughfare, only asphalt courses towards the setting sun. There is Bacardi to ease the transition, Monster energy drink to enable difference, and Coca-Cola watching over us like an ancestor. The jumbies' increasingly masculine performance leaves no mystery except, probably, why the fascination?

Using field recordings made in Port of Spain during Trinidad's August Rainy Season, and the onomatopoeia of Harold Sonny Ladoo's No Pain Like This Body, which is set in the same month, I composed a Sound Walk tracing Bremen's Weser river. Beginning in verdant marsh, the sound poem bridges my upturned childhood home to end with an extemporaneous, steely rhythm session.

A reclaiming of Siegert Square, a magical cosmology and geometry occurred. The layout of the square, which included diagonals and a circle, dylan having multiple bluetooth speakers, us having the subscriptions for the music apps on our phones, the square itself being the conduit to Rosalino Street, where I'd first come into contact with mas, and Lost Tribe's space, now. the bikes, my House Captain from Naps (in a Cool Mom t-shirt), the bike riding kids, the rain, rainbow, sunset. - just missed the light I needed but the timing couldn't have been more divine.