ten to midnight Music - Daniel Benjamin - escape! ( listen while you read, but sentinel) On a semi loft, sitting on the floor is not painted. dark brown. back against the wall. white. head on the last element of a radiator in brushed aluminum. white. glass rests on an old sewing machine. red, from bright red to spritz campari. a pig and a cow on the small bells around the singer, who approaches his hand, pulls the string and seven children and eight strokes of the bell-below-uncertain pig. Behind him, her. Yes, she, sitting in front of a harpsichord, wait until the last stroke to begin.
Guitar, bass drum, hi-hat, snare in addition to the bells. Multi-instrumentalist with a special talent: sincerity. Sound sincere, heartfelt voice, sincere his English. already, because it comes from Germany. But she is Greek. A song that unites them as a part sirtaki the hands of the public that heat the small room that hosts us.
Warm, vibrations from them to me. Beautiful when they play for everyone, but it seems that sound for you. The foot that keeps the rhythm on the wood, the glass is empty plane. Girls sitting on wooden blocks and cloth. Cloths on the snare and bass drum to tell you that you are at home and it is as if I could not disturb the neighbors. The glass has lost the red of the first and s-shaped images that cross only with difficulty. As the foot continues to give rhythm to the leg, the hand behind it. Too bad. Too bad thing? Pity not to have brought a pair of black shoes with red laces. Would be good. I think. I go back to the pig, the radiator, the old sewing machine, the glass, the parquet. Arrivals, talk, drink, listen, keep time, listen, close your eyes, you see, hear, hear the music ... Maybe this can give something back to our condition. I do not know what that something, if selfish, if you like, if by chance, if confrontation, but rising. Eyes. Sincere.
