Santorini has been a place to settle – find stillness and consider new music from a calm place. The little town a confection of stolid earth walled houses, built one upon another, falling higgledy up the caldera. From a distance it looks like snow crusting the lava… In a deep shadow cellar an old man carved altarpieces and mermaids out of the air, cutting the light with crimson and lapis. Along a little in the Mediterranean museum of ancient music I strummed instruments 4,300 years old (this town might have been built for me : ) Opposite across a leaf shade square is Atlantis books, moved from its cliff top teeter and settled into the earth: I bought Aeschylus, Orwell – and Lao Tzu for Niimi. I hope something of this brilliant light seeps into the songs…
73 year old dacite we passed on the trek down from the volcano’s summit