There is a mysterious magnetic field in Bali. It seems as though the whole island is sending out a strong spirit like one animate object. I have once seen the island of Bali from a distant point on the sea, on my way back from the neighboring island of Lombok. It was a very dry island, and in contrast, Bali seemed to be covered with soft layers of mist. Whether it was rain falling from the sky or vapor rising from the island I could not tell. Bali was there, wrapped in some kind of soft blanket.

Once a traveler sets foot on the grounds of this island, he or she will be surrounded by the sounds of life. The voices of children, chickens, people calling, the sounds of horns and engines of motorbikes and buses passing by. As the traveler proceeds into the village, he or she will hear leaves on the palm trees rubbing against one another in the wind, and then, the sound of Gamelan music. [JALAN JALAN] means 'to walk' in Indonesian. [JALAN] means road, and by doubling it, it turns into a verb. When you walk through the island of Bali, you will notice how this island is richly covered with sounds. As you walk the village paths and the road that leads you to the beach, you will hear the sounds of the island. It is like the scent of the flowers in the air. Sounds flow from this album just like that. The air of Bali itself.