« Tell Me Why I Do Like Mondays » with KRIS DANE Unplugged
This Monday, 27 June 2011 at 10pm:
« Tell Me Why I Do Like Mondays » with
KRIS DANE Unplugged
(Guitar/Voice)
KRIS DANE will make you have a good night hearing to all new songs from his upcoming album. Kind of a Première!
Here is something about to release the second part of a trilogy entitled “Rise & Down of the Black Stallion”. The conception was easy but giving birth was something else. There we were, face to face with a scenario going off the wall: All of a sudden things got unexpectedly rough… why did the wind abruptly change, blowing us off course… challenging us to leave the straight and narrow… when times are tough we stay… (even though hymns can drive a demon nuts… repeat… in RIP eat…) the sailor held strong, the ship kept steady and the captain pulled his guts… The helmsman cried as the compass died and we all sang to god… Black Stallion neighed the curse obeyed by the powers of the sea… the end of the road the womb of the boat carried the load across the water… Black stallion cried… many have died let he and his kingdom come… return the hitch onto the mountain slope… to the soil of our motherland… through the desert sand… we proudly unfold something magnificent… a brave black score… your heaven’s door… behold… Rise & Down of the Black Stallion! »
« Tell Me Why I Do Like Mondays » with KRIS DANE Unplugged
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Live session at 5pm – Free Entrance
This Monday, 27 June 2011 at 10pm:
« Tell Me Why I Do Like Mondays » with
KRIS DANE Unplugged
(Guitar/Voice)
KRIS DANE will make you have a good night hearing to all new songs from his upcoming album. Kind of a Première!
Here is something about to release the second part of a trilogy entitled “Rise & Down of the Black Stallion”. The conception was easy but giving birth was something else. There we were, face to face with a scenario going off the wall: All of a sudden things got unexpectedly rough… why did the wind abruptly change, blowing us off course… challenging us to leave the straight and narrow… when times are tough we stay… (even though hymns can drive a demon nuts… repeat… in RIP eat…) the sailor held strong, the ship kept steady and the captain pulled his guts… The helmsman cried as the compass died and we all sang to god… Black Stallion neighed the curse obeyed by the powers of the sea… the end of the road the womb of the boat carried the load across the water… Black stallion cried… many have died let he and his kingdom come… return the hitch onto the mountain slope… to the soil of our motherland… through the desert sand… we proudly unfold something magnificent… a brave black score… your heaven’s door… behold… Rise & Down of the Black Stallion! »
