“A few strips of cloth, a price it did cost A price you were glad to pay A wordless song, known by the river You gave it up, answered a call, only you could hear “Sadhu,” about a fictional character who took on the renunciate path, is a bit of a deep cut as Bay Station songs go. I think we played the song live once, incongruously, amid a late-night club set. Still, I have a fondness for the song, recorded in 2015, influenced greatly by the sadhus — those men* who eschew worldly goods and devote their lives to asceticism and solitary meditation — I crossed paths with during my trips to India.
Listening back: "Sadhu"
Listening back: "Sadhu"
Listening back: "Sadhu"
“A few strips of cloth, a price it did cost A price you were glad to pay A wordless song, known by the river You gave it up, answered a call, only you could hear “Sadhu,” about a fictional character who took on the renunciate path, is a bit of a deep cut as Bay Station songs go. I think we played the song live once, incongruously, amid a late-night club set. Still, I have a fondness for the song, recorded in 2015, influenced greatly by the sadhus — those men* who eschew worldly goods and devote their lives to asceticism and solitary meditation — I crossed paths with during my trips to India.