"I have no apartment in Berlin. No rented flat, no room I could call my own. But if there were one place I‘d call ‚home‘ these days, it would be that one, right there.
The life I lead is that of a guest and a gypsy. I fall asleep wherever I happen to hang around; it‘s your pillows that I lay my head upon, your bathrooms in which I hum under the shower, your kitchens supplying me with food and tea.
(...)
Some of your kitchens I spent hours and days in, eating, working, talking. Some I‘ve only visited briefly for a cup of tea and a song. Some of you I have known well for years, for ages. Some I only met recently or hardly spent time with.
What connects most of you is that I met through music. The only exceptions from that pattern, on the other hand, kept providing me with music themselves and thereby might have subtly influenced the whole path I chose to take in the last couple of years.
But above all, you‘re all part of what Berlin means to me. My version of the city is built upon you, your homes and kitchens are my centers of gravity as I roam the town.
This is not a polished high-quality music release. And not supposed to be.
It‘s less an album than a social topography of a place I love. A story told between the lines and behind the music, not so much by the songs but by the rooms that resonate around them.
The songs, old, new and almost forgotten ones, were played on a ukulele, a bandola, an acoustic guitar and recorded In May 2011 with a zoom h2 recording device placed onto shelves or stoves or sinks. They are acoustic single track recordings with no subsequent editing that would go beyond amplifying and compressing (and cutting out a major mistake once or twice)."
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