track nr |
Title |
description |
Duration |
01 |
unbreakable |
a short love poem on a bed of choir voices, uniting love and
hate into something unbreakable |
01:25 |
01 |
a home I cannot name (intro) |
opening of Joke's poem "a home i cannot name", which was originally
improvised during a live performance |
01:00 |
02 |
praying with open eyes |
bended piano on a drifting E major chord from "soft pad" by
Roland XP10. improvised late at night.. |
05:44 |
02 |
a home I cannot name |
a soft, melancholic contemplation with piano and strings, on
meeting the love of my life for the first time |
04:00 |
03 |
the madness makes me homesick |
an ode to all the refugees crossing the oceans, trying to reach
European shores, written while begin in Africa. haunting strings
and cello accompaniment. |
05:58 |
03 |
morning fog |
"I see this as my task for the day: not giving in to the despair
it offers.." |
03:02 |
04 |
when the herd came down |
an extract from a draft soundtrack for the documentary "The
Knysna Elephants." the music follows a scene from the Addo Elephant
Park, where a large herd of majestic elephants comes down a hill,
kicking up clouds of dust against a setting sun.. |
03:40 |
04 |
you look in me |
how true love can make inner resistances melt. with harp accompaniment
|
02:27 |
04 |
you look in me |
how true love can make inner resistances melt. with harp accompaniment
|
02:27 |
05 |
I arrive in Africa |
on arriving for the first time in Africa, as improvised as an
encore (with marimba and the HA!Man's voice), the evening before
flying to Europe again |
04:08 |
05 |
be |
"You act to die. You become repetition inside of me What more
do you want me to say?" |
05:21 |
06 |
global warming |
Epic portrayal of humanity rushing towards a meltdown, then
falling into a swoon as the heat forces all to dream again. The
dream turns out to be just a nightmare, we wake up, and rushes
forth again.. burning the only home we have.. |
08:18 |
06 |
Goodwill |
the true story of Goodwill on an easy-going musical track, a
noble forest guard in Stutterheim, Eastern Cape |
05:33 |
07 |
the way we once were |
a personal interpretation on colonialism, from my European perspective.with
African drums, mbira and HA!Man mouth sounds |
05:34 |
07 |
new years eve |
sitting on the toilet, reflecting on a relational tussle, right
on the turn of the decade! |
04:07 |
08 |
ragged edges |
how holes and ragged clothes in the clothes of my boyfriend
move me. with cello and gentle bell-arpeggios |
03:52 |
08 |
cest pas trop tard |
I don't know the answers to the big questions, but it's not
too late to repeat that I love you! and to live this life that
is given to us like it is the first time.. |
02:25 |
09 |
finale |
childlike theme thrown into persistent build to consume multiple
layers of orchestral, elemental and primal sounds - fitting for
a brilliant finale..? |
04:04 |
09 |
us on their hands |
wondering out loud what will remain of our existence after so
many years. with melancholy cello and vibraphone |
02:22 |
10 |
as if the snow |
tender account, with piano fulte and cello ensemble, on a timeless
feeling lying in the snow |
05:10 |
10 |
to the man in the mall |
after the shock of being in an armed robbery, a passing black
man reaching for his pocket can cause irrational fear. how to
make amends? |
03:39 |
11 |
rustling |
somewhere in a forest, a mysterious voice talks in unfinished
sentences |
02:50 |
11 |
carpet of rain |
"all in all it's maybe just the feeling inside / when standing
in front of this mountain / this natural awe / so hard to capture
/ yet there for real" |
02:43 |
12 |
come on time! |
vivid, percussive account on my impatience, wanting to know
how the story of our humanity will end |
02:53 |
12 |
to the unnamable home (cello improv) |
a spontaneous and reflective interlude, an ode to what we cannot
give any name to |
03:02 |
13 |
the blind man and me |
account on how I recognized myself in a blind man waiting for
a bus, a life story of how losing became gaining. gently accompanied
by harp, cello, ocarina and strings |
05:42 |
13 |
a home I cannot name |
the theme poem in full, which is about our first meeting, here
along with the track "looking into the sun" |
04:47 |
14 |
just like the rain |
as improvised in L.A. (here with piano and cello), on comparing
the down times in a relationship with the way way the rain also
sometimes simply needs to come down |
05:00 |
15 |
lullaby for someone who worries too much |
playful attempt to put someone who thinks too much to sleep.
with chunky cello and harp. |
02:18 |
16 |
as long as |
very vivid and personal interpretation of what it means not
to lose hope in the face of all our modern storms. rich in images
and supported by cello and a strong orchestral HA!Man track |
04:35 |