20/05/2025
I made The Soup in the midst of the second lockdown in London — the most inhumane, Orwellian experience I’ve ever lived through. And I’ve been through the Yugoslavian war, one way or another.
There was something inescapable about being forced to think only in micro terms in order to comprehend the macro world — but I suppose we learned that lesson.
My mum was a lab trooper; she handled it better than most, and we spoke often on the phone. Given her advanced age and the uncertainty of Covid, I feared I might never see her again. I made this track around that time and released it on her 85th birthday in 2020.
No song is ever truly about one person, and this is no exception. Still, I had this image in mind — a motherly ship drifting through some kind of soup of our existence, a flux of consciousness.
Now, almost three months after her passing, I’ve found myself remembering the moment the song was conceived — and the imagery from that time, which pushed me to think in big, existential themes. So, I felt moved to share it here again.
The Soup'written and directed by Zhelrecorded in London and Pulaaudio mixed by Blackhillvideo by Zhelzhel.bandcamp.comzhel.net