CD REVIEW: Evening at the Marketplace by Mortinus

Evening At The Marketplace is a new single of Mortinus, which is made as a mixture of Arabic folk patterns and electronic effects. It’s a light, unostentatious and simple tune that can be played as background music on many different occasions.

The name of the melody interprets the feel of the track, the atmosphere of an Oriental market, full of people, bustling in and out; marketeers, drumming up customers; marketers, bargaining for goods and articles; fuss and bustle; the air is replete with spices, the day has come to an end, it’s the evening, merchants are trying to trade off old goods at cheaper prices; the sun is setting, filling the narrow streets with bright flame-colored light; the heat of the day is dying out…

And somewhere over there, at some distance, slightly further off all the welter, at the food court, in a small authentic cafe, Mortinus sits, lingers over hot tea and observes the seamless transition from day to night, through evening; the changes of the scenery at the marketplace; the dramatic situations, which occur every now and then, – they seem so insignificant against the backdrop of the Universe, represented by this small world, and mean so much for the characters involved. This is life.

Mortinus watches it all from a distance and takes notes in his copy-book. He doesn’t seek anything, he doesn’t claim to prove his position, he just shares his vision, interchanges his outlook.

Time has thickened in this tune, the moment has suspended. The repeating beats and sounds make this melody similar to a mantra that could let you into trance.

I have lived in an Arabic country for quite some time, I’ve been to those markets this tune is about, I’ve been there in the evening, and I’ve sat in one of those cafes, drinking tea, sensing the soft breeze on my face and shoulders. People smoked shisha and conducted talky talks. I remember that dreamy atmosphere, absolutely romantic, as if I’ve become a heroine of the fairy tales A Thousand Nights And A Night. It felt like you could find Aladdin’s Magic Lamp or take a flight on the magic carpet.

I fell in love with those places, where people live by their own code, as if isolated from the whole world. It seemed that one lifetime wouldn’t be enough to understand that self-reliant culture, which goes back into antiquity.


by Anastasia Shanueva

In Short Words

Criteria - 80%



Mortinus brought me back, drawing forth nostalgia. And I already joined him in this mute conversation with space, in that cozy open-air cafe, watching this worldly vanity, that keeps us on Earth; and thinking about how perfectly the Universe is organized and tuned; how small we are as compared to it and how much more we can see if we just calm down our minds and still our thoughts. We are just drops in the ocean of life, and yet, we are a part of it. We are just grains of sand in the desert of the Universe, and yet, we are the Universe...

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