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Entrevista – Moon Duo

March 3, 2020April 17, 2021by Cherry AdamLeave a Comment on Entrevista – Moon Duo
Entrevista – Moon Duo

  "Nos expresamos a través de la música, a través de los ritmos, texturas y melodías. La música es lo que nos define. Es nuestra declaración, pero también es la manifestación palpable y visible de nuestro viaje. Sucede cuando hacemos la música (el álbum) pero también cuando la tocamos en directo. Es raro intentar escribir [...]

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I've been writing poetry while finalising a couple of new essays. Swipe to read or visit my blog (bio)
During 2020, I took a break from music journalism to focus on self-healing and reclaiming my creativity.
Three poems for my mother, the womb and the moon. Another creative exercise to help me turn trauma into an inspired energy/entity/work.
”The physical sensation of being in a depressed state is like living in perpetual white noise”
My therapist asked me to write three letters to my father: with anger, hope and gratitude. I wrote three poems instead. November marks the 20th anniversary of his death.
The art of the catastrophe calms me down.
My new essay on time and the end of cycles is online (EN + ES), including some details about Else Marie Pade and her ”Symphony for Tape” + my attempt to recreate that piece of concrete music with a recording of sounds of my new surroundings/daily life + a playlist for September.
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
Dazing times to be reflective. This month, I turn one-year doing EMDR. A journey where I decided to travel to the depths of my psyche. I wrote an essay to share my experience. It is strangely personal. I feel vulnerable and translucent. The link is in my bio (there is also a playlist within the text). Thank you for reading.
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