Lambchop or the musical geographies of Kurt Wagner:
it’s always been like this with the velvet tongue of Kurt W. attracted, we followed him through valleys and rivers, lands and forests, in a magnificent wandering with no wondering.
But Flotus arrived, landed on our map and we felt lifted, transported to a higher point.
Kurt W. is now building tree houses but on the higher branches where only birds nest and gravity is forgotten, where clouds go by without turning around and the wind is king,
if we were young enough we could feel the feathers of a Cardinal growing on the back of our hands and a chill running down our spine…
Kurt W. reaches heights of sky and elegance.