The Stanger . 08:14 .
Radio Approxim // Nederland
The guitarist that is next to me, that is over there, that is right in front, that is moving away, that is fast approaching, at the next table, sitting across, staring into space, with nothing to do, that brushes past, that bumps into me, outside, on the bench, that interrupts, that suddenly lends a hand, as the embodiment of city life. I cannot overlook, whose fortune is to remain on the periphery, who dislikes being a guitarist, riding his bike, that stops to look into the window, on her phone, that is no one, that is everywhere, I do not know nor ever will, whose eyes never stop moving, that smiles at us, that seems threatening, that loves to sing in public, without a home, I wish to meet, I overhear, as a question of community.
Approxim, the experimental band you've never heard of, is probably not playing your kind of Jazz. Give them a shot to do what needs to be done, even though It is pretty horrible, because someone has to push the limit.