Thomas Kolarczyk : Bass
Pierre Chastel : Drums/Objects
Musina Ebobissé : Saxophones
Moabit is a form of energy, like the sun. Moabit is the voice through which spirits speak, using a language that is beyond words, a music that is beyond notes. Moabit informs us with a reality that is scented with the eternal. Moabit is the tireless swan knitting landscapes of hope. Moabit is the cry of life and death at birth and conception, the heart beat, the pulse, the healer and the healed, the color portrait, the magical stone and the magical mists living side by side. Moabit is the chirping of birds; is the grass beneath the cracked shells. Moabit is silence. There is no Moabit in capitalism and imperialism. Moabit is the answer and the question. Particles of Moabit cannot be measured by scientific instruments. Moabit vibrates. Not all places vibrate at the same rate. Moabit is radiant. The blessing, the understanding, the fundamental eye revealing the surrender in the realm of brightness. Moabit sometimes manifests itself as sound. Moabit’s only wish is the well-being of all human beings. Moabit exists to feed the spirit. Moabit is no war, not ever, for any reason.