The bass starts a riff, and an organ slides in with the drums while the guitar adds air and the lead singer becomes the saxophone solo. “We like to drown out the screams in our heads.” The syllables slide by with tones that pull me within my head to feel the depths and intonations. “There are people going under and over the pavement.” The music becomes a journey inward, while allowing for the dancer in me to travel in circles. Fascinating. Shoutouts for Luddite ("I will toast to the memory of the words that I traced on your skin”) and Softer Dart (“your voice is balanced on the edge”). Fantome
