songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

maybe the wave that brought us here will be the same that washes us away

© Straße des 17. Juni, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Now I see you in the mirror / Certain we would disappear some day / Maybe the wave that brought us here / Will be the same that washes us away / My partner don’t know how to stop / I’m trying to lose these thoughts to bring you down / Forget the lessons we were taught / That have tamed us and pinned us to the ground (Langhorne Slim)

liberate the dissonance without killing the blues

© Yonathan Avishai, Wolfsburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Invent, experiment — Jazz / that doesn’t swing but dances tight (Omer Avital, poem by John Keene)

wood heavy with tenderness

© Omer Avital, Wolfsburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Hyperbolic bass line. Oh, no! / Hard love, it’s hard love (Omer Avital, poem by Yusef Komunyakaa)

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