Tantric Jazz and Sand Tangerines

5 July 2008

In a grand but modern hotel in a world to come, a future beyond the imagination, I am going to visit Faisal on the fourth floor. Entering the elevator I am surprised to find that it travels at high velocity and laterally, horizontally, instead of vertically.

Once at Faisal's place, I see him behind a sliding glass panel, working at his computer in a dimly lit room. Erica is there with him, standing at his shoulder. They are mixing the sound levels of the strange music I hear coming out of the walls, the furniture, the floor - out of the atmosphere.

The music is exquisite, extraordinary, transporting my body into undulating waves of prana, shakti, chi, as I dance sensuously, like a warm, slowly burning flame, around a small circular coffee table. "What's the name of this song?" I ask, feeling as if I've just tasted an unanticipated plane of heaven. "Sand Tangerine," Faisal answers.

I notice there are large fruits on the coffee table, about four or five of them, nectarine shaped, whitish with a peach blush. The fruits are not tangerines. Or maybe they are. Maybe they are sand tangerines. The mysterious fruits on the coffee table are also dancing to the exquisite music.

"Quincy Jones wrote the original composition," The Voice says. "But the media weren't ready for tantric jazz at that time."

Until just now the song had remained unknown. 000