Our first night as hosts was an emotional, hilarious, profound, chaotic, class, deranged and inspiring affair. It was Ben and Jack´s last stance and they opened the night and our senses as a duo. Their songs were like an early trance of fine musicianship, raw emotion and dreamy landscapes. At one point I looked beside me and saw Simon awestruck, his tongue sticking out like a wounded animal. “That is truly awesome,” he commented. I couldn’t but agree. We carried ourselves on to the s...

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Every one knows that in order to write a good song one must inhabit, at least for a short spell, a rainy country. I was rather upset at first, England is quite dry in July but fortunately the August showers brought the world back to its place and I found myself there, behind the window-pane embraced to my Japanese Takamine, listening to the tears of the Nordic Gods ...

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We are what we seem and also what we do. London is a fascinating place for listening and playing music, everyone is into it, everyone knows England could not have survived without music. As I went into the Powers Bar and saw the posters of Billy Bragg, Luca Bloom and Iggy Pop I knew I was in the right place and I knew perhaps that night I could be who I had dreamt to be. Potentiality was augmented through the vibe of a space for drunks and music-lovers.
The first song I played was wish Impos...
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