Imre Olivér Honfi
János Horváth
Tamás Szabó
“By the time I get there, acquaintanceship awaits, and they’re waiting for the music to start. Before we begin, a quick visit to the counter for a barley pop, joy chugging. Sick and tired of this day, let me take a seat near the three blues doers, somewhere near… in the middle of the second row. Got my good session beer and the guys start playing, suddenly the music brings cheekiness to this intimate mood, life as a whole, being, being awake, everyone loves it, I look around and immediately think to myself hey, this is a great place to pick up on some hynas.
We’re sitting on a porch in the Mississippi delta, being rocked by some of the slow tunes, oh yes the gal left, and there goes another one, darn it hurts, it almost makes me feel like an old dog licking on an old bite mark, a remaining wound that’s already healing a bit, almost a scar, almost cost the dog its life but still it goes for the spirit’s passion rather than the reminiscence of suffering. The guys mostly play vivacious, breathing stuff, two guitars, vocals, and the devil’s harmonica. The audience is wiggling and waggling to the rhythm. Oh what an awesome party this would make… actually this is a party already, everybody is grinning, clapping, dancing in their seats, and many people get up… so they can get down. Break time. It’s time to get and another beer but this Scratchy Blues brought up the thought of sipping on some whiskey too, even though I’m not fond of sipping whiskey. Music has a good sense of humor, by now pop tunes are driving Mojo’s wheels… and the crowd was just really having a good time dancing. Audience members include musicians that’s how you know, a lot of dues-paying is behind this seemingly fun jamming production. By the end of the night bright-eyes-shine, Mojo’s done some Sursum Corda. So wizards what’s the trick? 3 Doers, 2 guitars and a harmonica”
László Imre Horváth, translated by Angéla Póka
