Of long lost friends and stuck scooters

Keeping in touch with people has never been my strong point. I'd like to think its because i get distracted easily but I feel like that is something I tell myself to feel better.

I met Zombie in Chennai a few years ago at a music fest in Chennai. It was here that I realised that I have an almost illogical bias to people who like the same music as I do. 

Needless to say we hit it off instantly. 

It was on one of these sultry evenings that he introduced me to Bonobo. I had successfully managed to ride gitlers scooter into a particularly sandy bit of beach and after a good sweaty hour of pushing and cursing my fate I called the two of them to help. Forty five excruciating minutes later we ended up walking along the beach to cool our heels.

Knowing I was rattled and not in the best of moods Zombie pulled his phone out and played me flutter. The air around me came alive. I began noticing the details in the sand, the surf making patterns around my feet, the heat, the smells. It was as if my brain shifted into third gear. 

We fell out of touch and drifted off into the humdrum of our lives. Brief meetings and a few phone calls was as far as we went. Almost four years later I wake up to a video on my wall. 

Bonobo featuring Speech Debelle in the Sun will rise.

In this new city, the heat rippling off the glass and steel, the music wafted through the silence. 

It felt like home.

Thanks Zombie

Midnight kitchen cravings and talks on travel

The nice thing about having guests over is all the new music playing of your dock when you get home. Of course there is always a substantial amount of stuff I cant relate to but when someone like Ratmeister comes home there is always bound to be something interesting.

Two glasses of wine later we settled into my sex couch to catch up on the hectic week that was. After much giggling the conversation gradually drifted to music that we listen to when we travel.

It didn't occur to me until last night but I realised I have a song for every city I enter. The song also depends on my mode of transport. Some rhythms slide smoothly into the groove of the train or vocals that match the scenery you see. It might all be humbug but I feel like the music sets me in the mood of whats to come.

Last night the Ratmeister shared a song that he would listen to every time he got in to Bombay. Something about Bonobo is so ambient that it lets you zone out to the sights and sounds of everything around you. I could almost feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck, the people crowding VT station, their freshly bathed bodies adding to the heady smells of the waking city.

I will make this a song to somewhere.

Eyesdown Featuring Andreya Triana, from the bonobo album Black Sands. Enjoy

p.s: This isn't the whole song but I found the video extremely interesting. To listen to the full version click on the video below this one.