How is it that Portishead and Vitalic played back to back become so perfect in the middle of silence, smoke and solitude; that they recollect your little fragments of life, love and death that have been strewn all over, little by little by little.
How is it that Portishead and Vitalic played back to back become so perfect in the middle of silence, smoke and solitude; that they recollect your little fragments of life, love and death that have been strewn all over, little by little by little.
Opened the shop at 9 am, decided to put on Portishead’s Dummy. Worst decision ever because it was that sort of mood where alcohol, stripping, silent giggles, visible breath and death complimented Portishead. It was too early for all of that in the morning, so I drank two cups of coffee and waited for life to pass.
