As Eve Basilides opens up with the strumming of the harp, a distant lo-fi hiss transposes you into a surreal world of shadows and broken dreams. By the time Kaithlin Howard’s voice breaks through the reverb and lightly touched piano chords I begin to wonder if the imagery is indeed from my long lost memory. Rudi Arapahoe’s spellbinding soundscapes accompany my daydreams into a world of modern classical and magical realism. “A strange and beautiful tale, voiced across the windswept plains and forests of purgatory.”
Here I give into another temptation to repeat the Echoes From One To Another poem:
In a dream I am standing / At the entrance to a forest / Here there are constructed / Numberless arches that radiate light / When I step through them at night / My body floats gently in the air / At this precise moment / When I am on the cusp of sleep / My shadow vanishes / And with it my weight.
Why bother attempting to even describe such beautiful and timeless experience? Rudi Arapahoe has captured it all. As if the music wasn’t enough, the photographs included in the packaging perfectly echo the artist’s message via the visual senses. Echoes From one To Another definitely reminds me of Max Richter, especially The Blue Notebooks. It’s mostly because of the melancholic piano, cinematic strings, and of beautiful spoken word. And when being compared to Max Richter was a bad thing? I hope Arapahoe’s future is bright with creating mystical soundtracks to a world that we carve out of this visible reality. For when I close my eyes, it rapidly vanishes. And only music remains.
