Tuesday, 6 July 2010

faking jazz together

I first saw Connan Mockasin nearly four years ago.
He cuts a strange figure always.
The opening moments of this glisten with beauty
like a soundtrack to sad, forgotten home movies that have been on loop for eons
Tumbling down rabbitholes into guitars that coo
'I know, don't worry, I'm here, still'
Vast expanses shimmering through the eyes of needles.

Connan Mockasin - Faking Jazz Together

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