“… slowly departing, (…) melting into the horizon …”
From France to Kazakhstan by land
“… a macabre game of musical chairs … ”
Medicanes, submarine wildfires and underwater heartbeats
"... it felt like we were right on the cusp of something."
Wildfires, abolitionism and track IDs
"A human heart is bound to be complex ..."
On data, dancing, devotion and de-googling
"This tour was so expensive. These tours always are."
Financial insights from last year’s over sea and land North American tour, offering a snapshot of its material reality. Includes a *shocked gasp of horror* SPREADSHEET!
Australia is next
… or least that’s the plan! [version française plus bas] I am aiming to arrive in Australia around this time next year, as I’ve been invited to play a series of gigs in Spring 2027. My agent and I are working on a tentative itinerary that would take me
“… home will always be a moment …”
On awards, generosity and other people’s places
“… hard to know at what depth these echoes will reverberate and die away.”
6 gigs and 6 songs of 2025 and my yearly bow to the promoters keeping it cosy
"... and so you spend your whole lives, and you think that is being, life, reality!"
A silent, meditation and music retreat near Berlin from December 16th til 21st
"I think we have to be at peace with that.”
I wrote a chapter for the Oxford Handbook of Electronic Music. In the essay, entitled "Here’s where you’ll find me this month": Music Press and the Myth of Hypermobility as a Metric for Success, I drew on the concept of imperial modes of living.
“… the vastness of the ocean looked so different from above …”
Drexcyian mythology: storms, currents, dwellers
« … in every place I have loved. »
Love letters on overground and on the ground frequencies + An unexpected port of call