The seasons they are changing again. It feels like winter’s chill is approaching fast, today, when I get to unfurl this mix into your hands. All of the love, melancholy and heartache, all of these harsh yet wonderful winter moments, I give them to you now. For the days to come. And I hope you receive it with all the multitude of worlds it comes with.
This summer I collaborated with my daughter who plays double bass. She gave me a challenge to create a track with hand-made and home-recorded sound sources only. In our living room in Berlin we put to work key chains, porcelain cups, tea boxes, beard combs, voice, hands, and of course her double bass, plugged as instrument and tapped as a kick drum.
Artwork by her, too.
Last Sunday I participated in the Berlin marathon. It’s been an incredible run. Thank you my dear family, friends and beautiful strangers on the road. Your energy was overwhelming.
Here are some of the tunes I trained to over the last few years.
In New Zealand’s Maori tongue Reko means white, in the sense of hair turning white as you are getting older. Myself, I am not as young as I used to be. I still love going out every now and then. Ebb and flow is important. This track was inspired by an Innervisions night out at Trouw, Amsterdam, in 2009.