Amnesia Vivace

The room is dark and crowded. The air is thick with sweat and awe. The crowd struggles to get over one another just to catch a glimpse of the spectacle unfolding before them: A madman ravages a bass guitar, his fingers a blur to all but the most trained eye. The crowd wrongfully mistakes his unadulterated passion for rage, but he doesn't care. He is a lunatic and a poet, and speaks his mind to his audience without saying a word. Opposite him is the tall, curly-haired figure of Kevin Bothelo. His guitar whistling a melody that few ever truly come to comprehend. Fueled by the love of his craft and a few pints of Molson Canadian, his music flows through the crowd, making them all the more eager for more. Underneath the subtle lunacy of the strings, percussive undertones complete the trifecta. Thier intensity pushes the music ever onward, building to the inevitable climax and ceasing, a breath before it all erupts into chaos. This is where the wonder begins. This is Amnesia Vivace