Somewhere falling between the sands of time.
I’ve seen a vision of a world coming to grasp with a reality much more predictable than what we know to be truth. Our truth comes in forms of music and poetry, an artistic embrace of a smell and a taste and a feel through the sound of a realness around. I’ve sensed change in these stagnant waters of quagmire to the ears for years now. Here come the fresh new waters of sound rushing in for everyone to come around and drown in. Beside the rest of us who stay afloat determined to swim ashore to recreate once more. As broken down fragments of life in crustation pile up to form sand running through the fingers of our hand, these broken compositions of former great musicians create a new allegiance by playing together as a band….. Long live the Rebelskamp! by G.Willikers 2008
