This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
By engaging with interrelated poems. My grandmother often had mothballs in the closet. Nowadays, moths are hardly an issue, but back then they were everywhere. I still remember their smell because I used to love sniffing them as a child. That’s probably why I’ve become the way I am because naphthalene, the stuff inside mothballs, is something you really shouldn’t sniff. I often find that I enjoy overly chemical things. For example, those terribly chemical chlorine mints, the more chemical they are, the more I enjoy them.
A strange phenomenon, really. Did you know they make those ‘super mints’ with substances from hot peppers? It’s true.
Yesterday, I mastered five tracks, adding a few extra lines to two of them. I often create moth-like sounds, a sort of mothball reggae:
I believe the real mothboard sets in around 1.54. Lag Ja Gale Se Phir means ‘Embrace me, please’; the term originates from an old Bollywood film, but the vocals, melody, and lyrics are new. My idea of emulating the sound of Bird in Hand by Perry is of course conceptual—better 10 birds in the air, right? Anyway, I was immediately approached by a talent agent full of etheric splash on SoundCloud. Regards!
Martinus Benders