The sound that searches for itself. Slow, acoustic, warm and drony. Heavy, and yet with a certain kind of lightness. Like a slow motion dance. Like walking in heavy snow. Like swimming in liquid honey.
Like breathing a thick summer air, that is so dense with joy, sadness and something in between, that one breath takes a day to fill the lungs and empty them again.
Certainly the protagonist knows that these poetic descriptions are not what you want, yet he will give you nothing more than those.
Except maybe for the words of another poet.
„It sounded like a thousand heads of cauliflower, wailing in the dark.“ (Henry Miller)
Johnny Brother – cello
Johnny Slinger – drums
Johnny Lafkas – double bass