Deltonos, Los
Deltonos, Los
One has been in this profession for a few years now, but he is still able to be surprised. The songs hide in truly unsuspected places, crouching until they find the moment they think is right to show. Sometimes they cluster like a flock of starlings and fly by and do acrobatics ever closer until you pay attention, others a trail of drops or bread crumbs takes you to the site. This time, an ant caravan has taken us to a bag of greasy paper apparently abandoned long ago in a corner of GuitarTown. We have opened it carefully and we have escaped a "Uh-oh!"