A host of personas hesitantly coalescing, fading in & out but gradually writing their identities: one finds himself slipping between uncertain times & places, haunted by faint sounds of jazz; another becomes every night the conduit for the dreams of others as well as her own; a master musician arrives at an impossible place to entertain weary travellers, & a stream of voices - voices from Scotland, from Japan, from Italy & North America - spill dreams into the air...
A flurry of materials assembles itself from the jetsam of dreams, to become unlikely tools for divination.... & the sounds: lost musics haunt the corners & passageways; birds who will never exist accompany disembodied singers; the countryside dreams of rail travel & carnivals, while the wilderness winds find themselves the disconsolate geists of floorboards, cutlery & the broken strings of a banjo. The spiced winter punch you dreamt of once in 1993 is warming on the stove - we hope you can join us in February for a unique experience as the dreams of Talliston find their way into our world to mix with your own... tickets here new soundcloud page with audio teasers here Comments are closed.
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time is different here...
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