This album is dedicated to the destitute people of India
They are for me the most talented. This is not to glorify poverty but to point at diamonds in Indian soil polished by bare feet for more than 5000 years. This has made dust to DNA, and thus entering as a divine blueprint through the lungs of backpackers complaining about pollution in New Delhi.
Deep Train Travel (6:12)
Train sounds from New Delhi Railway Station. A voyage into Mystic India, chaotic and beautiful. In this track you will hear a train steward sing a song you can hear in all Indian trains: “Breakfaaaast! Cofeeeee!”
I live outside Wimpy (5:14)
When I first asked the flute player where he lived, this was his answer. Wimpy is a Burger Clone on Connaught Place in New. Delhi. But in fact, the tune is from the Himalayan Mountains. The flute player says: When I go back to the Mountains, I play this song. And then the Village woman cry
Free in Prison (5:30)
This tune was inspired from an old Hindi film theme. The title refers to the flute players experience in prison in New Delhi. The prison ward came to him: The musician answered: “Just get me a flute!”
Line of Maharshi (6:14)
Vocal: Mrs. X – Shennai: Bhim Singh from Kullu Valley, Jhari. In gratitude to the true Spiritual Masters, I have met.
Vedana – the pain of bliss
Full of Emptiness (5:14)
One night in Arambol, Goa – in between the rhythms of the waves – I heard the most beautiful strange singing, and I thought it was tape music. But my friend Attila said: “In Arambol everything is possible!” So we chased the sounds in between moon rays and palm trees ending up in a private house. There we saw and heard the man now singing on this track. The Ravanata player you can hear in a restaurant in House Khaz in New Delhi. India is full of emptiness. And this emptiness can contain everything, even westernization. The tune starts in a peaceful classical mood with Indian tabla. A destitute 10-year-old boy plays the castagnets.
Tribal Voices (8:29)
Digitally the magic bass player Bo Stief is visiting female singers from Himachal, Village Shilla, Manikaran. The village people respond spontaneously by singing: “Sooce!” which means “Wake up!” Tribals played the strange kind of saxophone sounds you hear in the area of Bastar, MP. This instrument is made of bamboo and palm leaves.
Attila, a German rock musician, sings the dark drone. In the “old fashioned” techno-inspired track you will also hear genuine Ghazal singers. I met these happy Gypsies when they tried to earn a little money by singing in Hoshiarpur, Punjab. They sing: “Only few know the street of love. I don’t care for anything except this street.” And you will not know if the song is dedicated to God or a beautiful woman.
In remembrance of the Danish Saint Sunyata, Emanuel Sørensen, who lived most of his life in India.
The rickshaw wallah is coming out of his plastic hut. He is not looking at his middle-class neighbor nearly running him down in his new Suzuki Maruti car. Instead, he lifts a singing face to the sky, in praise to the Lord – thanks to the creator. In spite of his disabled wife and to many children with dripping noses. As a musician I know: A man who can sing like this has everything… Then the wallah drives me to my destination, trying his level best to cheat God in the form of his first customer. I hope you will enjoy the music! It is a reflection of my love for INDIA.
Kind regards from