Imagine you are alone in an old movie theater—vintage red seats and the sound of the film running—when an attractive woman arrives, dressed in a raincoat and black boots. The theater lights go out, and you despair at the thought of never seeing that mysterious woman again.
The images projected onto the screens become blurred and abstract, amplifying your sense of loneliness… sounds emerge—rough, soft—are you dreaming? Will you see that woman again? It is a strange sensation, like reading poetry—but a poetry made of stones and things beyond one's grasp.
Is the movie going to stop? Will the lights come back on? Where did that alluring woman go?
Here are a few sensations you’ll experience while listening to this beautiful album by Jamie Star—let yourself be tempted:
