An acquaintance, long forgotten in the recesses of memory, sent me a radio-recorder by post, accompanied by a note asserting that I had lent him the device 18 years prior in the band rehearsal room. Though I struggled to recall the incident, the recorder—an "ITT weekend"—undeniably belonged to me. Amidst my search, I unearthed the last cassette I had owned during that period. Unfortunately, the device obliterated it upon its first use. After painstakingly extracting the remnants of the tape from the machine, the songs proved inaudible—lost to time. They were, if memory serves, the final unpublished and most exquisite compositions of a dear friend.

From these fragmented memories, Ensemble Modern was composed and recorded onto tape once more.