Monthly Archive for September, 2013

Because, the night belongs to music: Arto Lindsay, sky-blue guitar, 12 strings (later 11, dental floss), effects devices. And what did he do with it? Playing: unheard, melodic, shrill, poetic, always surprising, unpredictable. Almost forgot how good this felt. Before reciting, Arto  said: sweat. Wunderbar, I love this kind of humor. Then he wanted to […]

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