'WE FOLLOW THE FOX' or what it felt like to create a dark and delicious album with the wonderful people that are FOX OWL CROW
Somebody says: 'HEY, CROW!' and I turn around. Even though I've never been called by that name, I know I am meant. I also and suddenly know: it's what part of me has been waiting for. And there she is, a shy and cunning female FOX, weighed down by the dark and magnificent songs she's carrying around with her. The front of her neck is glowing: she also carries the singing voice of an ancient goddess.
The world in her back is a bare sketch, it needs colour, it needs light. Another bird arrives, landing on the outlines of a tree branch. Carefully taking in what surrounds her, sits a beautiful, graceful OWL. And there, below her beak, a similar glow. Another voice that came a long way and that will move me deeply every time I hear it.
The WOLF arrives in his own time. He bows to the FOX, without dropping his gaze. They are both strong and shifty and it is so unusual to see them travelling together. But they will, I know it. That's when a sweet yet powerful sound reaches us all. Elegantly gliding through the bare trees, spreading the first shards of colour, comes a BAT. She completes us, with her willful calmness and her uncovered courage.
We follow the FOX. We will inhabit her world, we will give it a bigger, stormier, mightier sky. There will be thunderstorms and earthquakes. But from it will rise an album, that was meant to be written.
'OUR FOREST OF BEASTS' or how lost I would be without the true and only
Sonja Nedovic and I have not left the forest since the moment we met.
Did WE arrive in the forest that day or did the forest arrive in us? All I know is: These beautiful trees grew, to give our minds a place to meet.
And soon, wild horses and shy deer had stepped out of Sonja's songs; wounded phoenixes and brave knights, gathering among the trees. And at a cello's bowstroke, mighty bears were born and ship horns blown.
And when she sings, when her voice travels through the leaves, the beasts and I gather around her, holding our breath, resting against the strong tree trunks that give us strength. Strength to embrace the unbounded beauty, the honesty and majestic nature that lies in her music and in anything she touches.
Through her musicality and curiosity and in her loving care, one of my erratic journeys has ended and I've come home. Into our forest of beasts.