Tape at Venn

Eyes closed in the front row- those faded velvet cinema seats, everyman thrones, were perfect for quiet and complete absorption. A plugged-in acoustic guitar, a laptop, and a not easily identified instrument were on stage with three men: two standing, the guitarist sitting. The latter provided melody while digital insect noises landed or took flight at the command of his companions. Although tranquil, the players provided an undulating subtext that swung from unsettling to deeply comforting. My thoughts flurried at first but eventually left my mind still and under direction of the music. Thoughts as clear cut as glitches now forgotten- for me, a sure sign of peace.