Back in August a grizzled stranger appeared at our door, stinking of road-weariness and aged by years of travel in the farthest corners of the globe. After the initial shock and fear subsided, we recognized in him an old friend, and welcomed him in with wine and beer and other comestibles.
In times past this wanderer of far eastern roads, mongolian steppes and nordic forests had been a music-maker of fearful impact; Tarkka the Road Outlaw, a bandit of sound; prone to brilliant, if often destructive, outpourings of synthesized noise.
This time he had before him in our living room, an out-of-tune rented piano instead of electronic gizmos, and the result was magickal in a very different way.
I managed to record some of the sounds created. They can be heard by the adventurous, at:
http://www.radunicorn.com/tarkkaThe super-adventurous can hear the expanded-personnel version:
http://www.radunicorn.com/tarkka/jelly