Some concerts are meant to be viewed by a small crowd. At Aveiro's Mercado Negro, there were no more than 15 people seeing of rivers and trains . (that's how it's written), but honestly more than that would disrupt the mood that the timid Glauco Salvo created. Banjo. Ebowed Zither. On the back, a train was moving, somewhere on the tracks of some nordic country (perhaps?). Snow, railtracks, shadows. It was only half an hour, but it could have been more. To us, it seemed even less. Outside, in the hallways, people were shouting, somebody was singing happy birthday. In that room, no one spoke, no one was there. We were on that moving train, sightseeing far away. In the end, no one was indifferent. We couldn't resist. We bought the demo on tape (the nostalgia!). |
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