There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
- T. S. Eliot, East Coker, Four Quartets
released June 27, 2016
Composed, performed and realised by Gareth Davis, 11.2015: bass clarinet, contrabass clarinet, field recordings, effect pedals and electronics.
Thanks and love to Frédéric D. Oberland, Ian Hawgood, Stijn Hüwels and Barbora Schejbalova.
Mastered by Ian Hawgood, Photography by Frédéric D. Oberland, Design by ORDNER.