The last time I saw Bapak Made, he was pretty far gone from his dementia. He was in tatters. We hung out for a couple of hours, and he sang songs to me: Balinese and Javanese folk songs, plus ‘Love Me Tender’.
A portrait of Al Bowlly—’The Big Swoon’ as they called him. A picture version of ‘Riptide‘… torn between two loves, the old and the new… from Mozambique to bombs falling over London. Where will it take me? What shall I do?