Gopi

Gothenburg

Welcome mates! Please do visit my other projects too. Check out links below. * * * As the tears of a weeping fish is not seen in the creek and the flight of a crane renders no footprints across the sky thus the coming and going of the mystic is not known * * * My quest is the unspoken, the timeless tacit phrases, the inherent and the inherited. I am collecting the eternal dust of passed days and the imprints of wayfarers, rambling through the age-old deserts of inner search. Gathering the resounding tunes of the parched wadis, where the ancient creeks with their greenery are now latent, and the remote landscapes where the rivers were once filled with rejoicing swimmers. Picking the archetypal sprouting nomadic tones like dormant blossoms beneath sand and rocks. Seeking out the caves of the ascetic minimal, the simplistic modal, the vibrant and sober longing and ecstasy, still resonant with the songs of our spinal flute. Pursuing the archaic value of every individual note, the microtonal fragments and the spaces of silence roaming in-between. * * * I'm an autodidact, having no formal education or knowledge of music theory. Born in Sweden, I've spent most of my life on the road throughout the orient and India. As a hindu monk I hitchhiked between Sweden and India - crossing the Orient by all sorts of vehicles ranging from dromedary carts to lorries - whenever I needed to travel during those eleven years. Though mainly I was rambling around India. Anyhow, the Orient has made some impressions in my mind. Never had a camera back then. Never wrote any music. All my impressions just piled up. Now I'm tapping a few humble drops out of the barrel... Gopi