Paul Arámbula brought his keyboard from Phoenix, Arizona to Berlin where he wrote songs. Songs about familiar strangers, saying a lot of nothing, forcing the easy life, and loving to hate that you are them.
Now he would like to share those songs with you with some stories or a story squeezed in, in between and/or draped over.
The songs are fixed with slight variations every time. Those variations may look like telling what happened that day, a few coughs in the audience, or simply just the time it is happening and the place which has never and will never happen again! Maybe it has sounded identical to a past performance but there are differences; subtle, distinct differences.
Let us sit or stand or lay with some people you know, some you don’t, and just try to make little or zero sense of it all.