"Logical is a word that has always meant a lot to me. My mother tells me that it was one of the first ones I stammered when I was a child, and actually I think I first heard it uttered by my father, a doctor, during visits I was occasionally allowed to attend. I wrote it on the piano but shortly afterwards I had recorded an audition, virtually identical to the final version you can hear now: same sounds and same words. It is the reflection of a man who opens up in a desperate search for an accomplice in this increasingly complex, messy and incomprehensible life. A life that resembles more like a sentence, if one does not want to face it alone. Mail text insists on the importance of the discovery of a " self-like," someone with whom to mirror oneself for better or worse, rather than on the now unreal utopia of the discovery of a true " soul mate."
