Another triumph of an elusive genius... The demons are unleashed! And so very timely.
Heaven knows what it all means. Hard to tell when every story from this source contains a pledge to deliver it contrary to one's common sense expectations.
To be safe, let us be reckless from the get-go – safer yet, insane: It is an expedition moving at one hundred twenty beats per minute and on its own tracks; an epic trip with its own inner poetry. Like wind, it is coming from and blowing in all directions. Largely indecipherable, it leaves ample room for all sorts of lyrical interpretations and divine revelations. Anything is possible on this symbolic voyage – perhaps even happiness.
You have only to let yourself in for it. You do not board this train – there is no station where it would be waiting for you. You hop on it zipping by, full-speed; dropping all your luggage and not looking back – the scene to be played in slow motion in your imagination. You leap in without bothering where it would transport you – always some place you have never been, near enough to the end of the world. This conveyance carries you faster than you could ever get there yourself.
It is a journey which some of your fellow travelers may easily mistake for their destiny, or for something other than their destiny, when it most certainly is. Hauled by the immense power of steam blasting from the natural heat of Sorry Entertainer
, the engine in his chest, this rolling stock of sounds is anything but a cortège of rail-mounted coffins joined butt-to-butt and headed for the graveyard.
In this life-affirming double heart-beat rate tempo, your dull familiar landscapes very soon turn wonderfully strange and profoundly mysterious. Without stopping to let off any passengers, Sorry Entertainer is doing what he does best: He annihilates the past, obliterates the future and makes the present only vaguely real – all done with the apparent ease of a virtuoso sorcerer. It is real just enough for you to feel that the most blissful and fulfilling playtime is neither ahead, nor behind you – it is unfolding right now. Also known as Lotti who has no peers in his self-contained brutally delightful universe, the maestro is generously offering no apologies sharing this precious KaterCast 42
moment in exchange for only... your soul.
As the train rolls onward you never know what is coming next. With every next beat it just happens to be precisely what you want. Then suddenly it is nothing but silence. So deafening, it feels the time itself is gone and gone forever. "Sic transit gloria mundi."