Manafonistas

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I wouldn’t say this is „my music“, but I love the idea of having been at one of their concerts, aged 26, slightly drunk from three Caipirinhas, laughing about those red clowns on stage, being all alone in that big city, and dancing this lonelines out of my head, with a music that is far away from opening up any horizons, but fills my body like a sweet medicine. So anybody might know such moments of shallow emptiness that turn – within minutes – into (nearly) brilliant emptiness.