A concert of Bob Holland Corn
When I close my eyes and listen to Dick (Bob Corn ) imagine him in the garden of his house, San Martino Spino, bordering the province. I imagine him with his acoustic guitar on the lawn next to a black poplars along a canal. When I listen to Tom edo campaign sent and lost most of the low Modena, where "Modena" already does not mean anything. I imagine him gradually pluck the strings, while the inhabitants of the country that pass in the bike look a bit 'wrong, as they look mad artist.
But Tom is not crazy, he just decided to make music on the border of the "world", he just decided not to use the Internet to connect to the rest of the planet, has just decided to concentrate on his music and his Fool with Tribe the mere use of his friendship with personal relationships, with the spoken rather than typed: "I'd rather spend 50 € on gasoline rather than advertising," he said in an interview.
His musical formula is always the same: soft music, quiet, small, to be placed on the table, singing softly as not to wake anyone. American folk implanted in a personal low. The formula is the same for years and it comforts me, at least I can always count on someone. Each disk appears to be the continuation of the previous one although The watermelon dream seems a small step behind W and do not need the outside, so varied and so "developed". But it does not matter. The important thing is go to see him live, close your eyes while he closes them, get inside his world as we enter him, have his music tick, fall into that kind of trance in which he falls, where music, rhythm, words, atmosphere speak the same language, they say the same thing and all that remains is the head nodding rhythmically. Up and down, here and there. And we do it "shhh" to try to understand what is whispering.
01 the rainbow You
02 Lost and Found
03 August rains rhymes
05 04 Breathless song Love Turn Around (Do not Look Back) Just the garden
06 07 Call me my name
But Tom is not crazy, he just decided to make music on the border of the "world", he just decided not to use the Internet to connect to the rest of the planet, has just decided to concentrate on his music and his Fool with Tribe the mere use of his friendship with personal relationships, with the spoken rather than typed: "I'd rather spend 50 € on gasoline rather than advertising," he said in an interview.
His musical formula is always the same: soft music, quiet, small, to be placed on the table, singing softly as not to wake anyone. American folk implanted in a personal low. The formula is the same for years and it comforts me, at least I can always count on someone. Each disk appears to be the continuation of the previous one although The watermelon dream seems a small step behind W and do not need the outside, so varied and so "developed". But it does not matter. The important thing is go to see him live, close your eyes while he closes them, get inside his world as we enter him, have his music tick, fall into that kind of trance in which he falls, where music, rhythm, words, atmosphere speak the same language, they say the same thing and all that remains is the head nodding rhythmically. Up and down, here and there. And we do it "shhh" to try to understand what is whispering.
01 the rainbow You
02 Lost and Found
03 August rains rhymes
05 04 Breathless song Love Turn Around (Do not Look Back) Just the garden
06 07 Call me my name
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