A 60-minute selection of compositions improvised and performed live on a Moog Model- D, through a recent post-pandemic shift back to my home in Ladakh since June this year.
Retracing old steps and retrieving lost images from a non-existent memory hole.
These compositions stand requiem harkening back to images from another old tragedy. A foster home in my vicinity that incinerated to the ground on a quiet night sometime around the Winters of ‘96-97.
It was established later that the fiasco was initiated by a single wax candle which was left unextinguished.
The deceit of Autumn is over.
Bleeding yellows bring pale skeletons.
Waters freeze the toes and teeth.
The candle flame swallows the wood.
Soot mold on the dairy creek
Smoke, withdrawals, and rats.
Wax and wane of my mind.