James Plays in Porto
James is English. He has no fixed address, no official identity – existing in the margins of society. Life has been hard and unrelenting, leaving its marks upon him. He survives as a busker on the cold streets of Porto during winter, seeking shelter in doorways, where a bottle of rough spirit – his only companion – sits partially hidden behind him.
His voice is delicate, almost broken, carrying a fragility that seems at odds with the harshness of his circumstances. Yet, when he plays, something remarkable emerges: a beautiful tone, the squeaky whisper of his guitar strings creating a soundscape that allows passersby to pause, dream, remember what they have lost and long for.
He remains in the gutter, but his music reaches toward the stars.
HYPNOTIC REPETITION 