The debt of life and who do we owe it to? Our progenitors, friends, family or lovers. This album attempts to entangle this question through ballads and sonnets, it comprises of the contemplations on purpose, plight and the perseverance required to light up a knight that armours one to propel against all odds. The pursuit of art and adventure often entices us to live on the sharpened edge of the sword where becoming what we wish to be requires us to challenge the rule of the rod, the path of finding one's inner light requires us to brave through the blinding brightness of our narcissistic pride and surf through the turbulance of threatening darkness. This crossroad of lights and shadows are eerily similar to the riddling bargain between hope and despair, where living requires us to navigate our association with our self and others, this debt that we owe ourselves and how we garner support for its repayment in the journey of self-discovery is at the heart of the interest that embedds and immerse us in life.
This song was conceived in the aftermath of a heated argument with songwriters' beloved, such that the argument might very well be classified as a ‘brawl’ by many. Although, how that argument/brawl resolved was intriguing and of particular interest to the songwriter which was why I chose to archive/document that episode into a song. It builds on the premise of absolute contempt towards ones partner in the face dissent and conflictual vantage points through which the said stakeholders are attempting to engage with each other. This contempt lies in the attempt of convincing the fellow into budging on to ones whims and fancies. The most challenging aspect of being alive and ‘in love’ is to be painted into the projections of ones beloved. This song traces the perils and persistence that are involved in perpetuation of romance, especially in the face of conflict. The song narrates how conflictual tension resolves through carnal tension that ascends all forms of dissonance that impede confluence of minds, bodies and souls. This prospect of confluence and its underlying inevitability amongst beloveds strips all meaning from conflicts and cognitive dissonances. “La Petite Mort” is a French euphemism for an orgasm which literally translates to ‘the little death’, considering the underlying symbiotic nature of ‘life’ and ‘death’ and how their relationships aren’t antithetical to each other but are rather coterminous instead as both rest on each other’s negation (i.e., life is furthered from the negation of death, and, death stems from the negation of life). Hence, the proposition of ‘dying together holds the underlying proposal of ‘living together’ as well.