Looking Glass

I notice I come back to Sandro’s music as something to sing to in crossroads moments of my life in music. “Everybody’s Paris, pt. III” was definitely one of those before-and-afters. I think “Somnambulist Blues” (or “Peter Greenaway,” or “Madness In Heaven” - I rifled through these three titles but landed on the first) is another one. Hard to say at this point.

There is something about the landscape Sandro lays out – it's a world in which things become imminently singable. A lotta room to roam, and all of it good. Somehow I always find the pulse, even in a Hammond/ocarina drone.

The words (and whatever shreds of vocal melody) are mostly improvised, one take, something I’ve never really tried before. I usually like to write things down. Don’t really know where the words came from – I know they describe a dark place, which I see as good. It means they made it out in one piece.