guest contribution by Ron Valeri, guitarist of Nancy Brick
translated in English by Peter
Staring into the distance. Feeling nervous. Unable to find words. The man plays his guitar and sings. I am listening. Not even to what he sings, actually. Just listening and being quiet. There are a hundred men in the pub. It is bloody hot. A story about a stolen car. Laughter. He plays his guitar again. Again, i didn’t do any research about this record. Maybe if i did i would have a better understanding about why this sounds so desolate. But i love it. That’s all i need. I only want to listen tot Townes van Zandt.