In our nature
The affectations hovering above fields of defeat, those that for lack of tedium pop in using the most famous deities to attract odd but hypocritically diverse attention under the sign of Caín and of Alí Babá and the forty thieves, not only do not save us from the temptation, through which she lives above, but they remove us from her; like lips expelled from the paradise of milk and honey, of the wind and tide. After orphans remove the full moon, brimming with early-rising, hungry for milk and lyrical chords; the ears, what life of crazy sleep, they have good shelter in organic sounds, summer electrodes, and to listen to the new things and the old of José González that draws us to the stage anew. A whole life has passed in twenty years but the intensity of your concerts hasn't faded in the least.
Text by Juan Carlos Romero
José González www.jose-gonzalez.com
Photo courtesy of Moondog Productions