What to expect? Strings that vibrate, drums that explode, the trumpet of the pilot rings out silvery, the bard sings. Where? Under the branches of the Garden of Eden, from the banks of the sacred river, passing through the swamps of Mississippi to the deep woods of Tennessee. A sun, a black star and a shining moon will accompany saints, holy men, shamans and smugglers. When? One day or forever, it doesn't matter. Why? We are alive, that's all. So we find ourselves through the keyhole that overlooks the Circolino, to quench the thirst of the senses, talking music and drinking smiles. Andrea Biagioni and the Barbapapas first, Sissy and JLex later will be your interpreters. Augh! MORE INFO