I understand Unplugged as being raw, pure, as reducing the music to it’s core, throwing all the fancy electronic gadgets that are nice to play with overboard for once.
The Fictionplay did that last night at the Tunnel Vienna.
And so did I. I threw away flash lights, computers, colors, sharpness and all the fancy electronic gadgets that are nice to photoshop around with.
Tender kisses. Roaring engines. Passionate singing. Wasted sadness. Exploding raindrops. Finding cores. The untouched story of a rough night feat. The Fictionplay.
I keep saying that, but I really think they deserve the Full Screen Slideshow.
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- Albumpr√§sentation von Son of the Velvet Rat im Chelsea
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- I ‚ô• Radiohead.
- Kurze Lange Nacht