Some day you might arrive at your little club, and on the sidewalk outside see an elegantly slender neofolk musician enjoying a quiet drink and a cigarillo. And suddenly the street is transformed from a boring, modern town into a something from a city and a time that possibly exists only in your imagination.
And even if your hands are full of guitars and absinthe accessories, and you know you can't possibly do this moment justice, you fish your iPhone out of your pocket, snap some pictures and post them on the Internet. As a small way of saying thank you.
To life, to magic, to music. But most of all to monsieur Jivek.
You can enjoy a recording of his performance here.
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