Moon Petal

Vicky in Corfu

This is the island where Jason married Media, and the people who live here are the divine offspring of an encounter between Poseidon and Kerkyra, the daughter of the sea-god Asopus. Myths and legends are everywhere here, and they get into all the cracks and corners, and make for a very enchanted place. This is a crossroads between old and new worlds, then, where there might be a blend of the atmosphere of the fresh sea, as well as the old stories washing up on shore, and working their way into a nap tucked inside a hotel in Corfu . Greece is often called the cradle, and it’s a lovely place to sleep and dream.

Waking moments are every bit as exquisite, because island life is hard to turn away from, and it invites a kind of mutual beckoning, between the human and the mythic, the present and the eternal. It only seems right that a singer like Vicky Leandros would have roots here. For any muse, a root needs to be in a place where the line between legend and quotidian becomes blurred, in order to sing as a proper muse should, and she’s had a career that logically moves in many worlds, many directions, all at once.

It moves now, more forcefully than ever, after a comeback in the last decade that re-established her place in the world’s court of divine muses. Until the 70s, she was one-named, Vicky , and the Leandros gave her the weight of a rather distinguished past. As is proper for one born into a land where the citizens are related to gods, her relationships with her forebears are complex and had to exist on multiple continents.

Her music has to live in several languages, Greek, German, English and French among these, and her projects continue to take new turns, surprising audiences with their scope and direction, and she often finds her way back home. Everyone does.

No related posts.