11/05/2024

06/24 - And It Felt Like Home With My Ear To The Ground

I am at Mustarinda, for the fourth time. Polishing off the last bit of admin left over from home and then immersing myself in the Finnish forest life. This here is music for shedding the quotidian and setting the mood:



Wojciech Rusin ft. Eden Girma - Glass Coil   

For some reason Mustarinda has come to be associated with all kinds of leftfield acapella music for me. Maybe I can blame the Levan Polkka...



Mariam Rezaei - HMMM

The metre-thick snow blanket slowly melting, moistifying, softening, then becoming topped up with new falling snow and freezing over with a hard carapace. To go here in May is to travel back in time and not quite know in which direction change goes anymore...


 

Cheri Knight - Tips On Filmmaking   

The sun breaks through. A hen harrier rises in concentric circles. The black grouse lek percolates out of sight. Singing goldcrests diligently wind up tree after tree with their tiny, squeaky cranks. The big wheel of the year will turn, this time too.

 

 

Easter - Full Bucket    

A leftover from last time I was here. Kati had this on her Mustis-playlist and it's been a staple ever since. Quintessential forest-living sentences abound.
On all four in a swamp named Maude might be where you find the true meaning of home


Aldous Harding - Fever

I started out the residency by being ill for a few days. It was alright, because a punchy Aldous exclamation kept bouncing around in my feverish head, declaiming the very temperature I had.