Peter Evans solo at Cafe Oto

May 7, 2011

Not exactly a softness, but a yielding quality of his playing captures me. Yielding: the tone yields to noise, splutter, awkwardness, laughter, sweat. Each time he slots into a melody, it’s warm and comfortable, as if it proceeds from his way of moving, bobbing around on the stage. Felt rather than thought. That is the connection with memory and history. Songs from your childhood placed on a collision course with a ruthless threshing machine.

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