- Kurt Kreikenbom: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums
- Thomas Knobl: electric guitar, acoustic guitar
- Bernhard Christian: bass, violin, electric violin
- Catico Barragan De Luyz: vocals, percussion
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I was a drifting stranger. And I was out of luck, when I entered a bar to rest for a while. A band was playing. I found a seat at a table across the bar, close to the dimly lit stage. A high and moody cry from the violin was just about to land, guided safely by a sparse bongo beat. A pair of guitars brought up the question, what kind of drink I should bum from the drunk, yet not completely flat broke dude on the chair to my left – Mezcal or Bourbon?
The singers’ voices cut through my thoughts. They were howling at the moon in both Spanish and English, images of beautiful ladies came and went, the sun went up and then down again. What seemed like moaning at first turned out to be a party. I realized that I relaxed for the first time in days. This wasn’t just entertainment, this was for real. But who was I?
Each time when I thought that now I had the answer to the questions the music seemed to ask me alone, the violin raised its voice once again and the guitars took me to a place I had never seen before.
When I came to my senses, the waitress looked at me and smiled. “The drink’s from the guys in the band.” A brown, patterned blanket hung around my shoulders, a good glass of Scotch and a pack of cigarettes and matches were on my table, next to the empty stage. The guy to my left was asleep.
“You can keep the blanket.” the waitress said.
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