An angelic American in London - DM Stith - Slaughtered Lamb - London 23/03/2010 
discovered David Michael Stith, DM Stith in art, via a video that a friend of mine instead ', more than a year ago, about facebook. That purity, that spirituality '. The emotion I had at first hearing was very similar to what I felt the first time I heard Jeff Buckley and Antony and the Johnsons. A few weeks' later I saw DM Stith accompanied by a live band in a small wooden theater in East London. A music hall built in 1863 to the community 'in Shoreditch, which has all the appearance of a saloon in a western movie, and that for years and' was used as a hall reunion Quaker. That night and many many looks dreamy eyes shining among those present. Almost a year after DM Stith returned to a room even more 'intimate, the Slaughtered Lamb, with only a guitar and a pedal with echo effects and loops. E 'again to London to present a preview of some new piece. DM Stith has an angelic voice and pure. Michael David could join the church choir directed by his father, who escaped from teaching to pursue his graphic nature and to escape to a spiritually 'tax which is not recognized. And then, during the concert, it seems that DM Stith has made its own journey in search of his underwear and I have found his true spirituality 'that now transcends his music tonight. Satasera alone in front of us, chords and arpeggios of his guitar are more 'complex and do not detract from the songs you hear on his album "Heavy Ghost." Indeed, in this room with leather sofas are instaurauna more 'strong communion, giving the impression of sharing with him a moment of intimacy' unique. Tonight, as well as some new songs with "Impatience" and the precious gems "Heavy Ghost," DM Stith gives us a wonderful cover of "Spirit Ditch" of the recently deceased Mark Linkous (aka Sparklehorse) with whom he shared a I would particularly dangerous sensitivity 'music. The elegiac concert glides fast and souls are won tonight and dumb by its beauty. Quietly leave the room and as we walk the deserted streets of London on a Sunday night, still resounds the echo dell'encore "Just Once Just once, did you love me ounces?".
discovered David Michael Stith, DM Stith in art, via a video that a friend of mine instead ', more than a year ago, about facebook. That purity, that spirituality '. The emotion I had at first hearing was very similar to what I felt the first time I heard Jeff Buckley and Antony and the Johnsons. A few weeks' later I saw DM Stith accompanied by a live band in a small wooden theater in East London. A music hall built in 1863 to the community 'in Shoreditch, which has all the appearance of a saloon in a western movie, and that for years and' was used as a hall reunion Quaker. That night and many many looks dreamy eyes shining among those present. Almost a year after DM Stith returned to a room even more 'intimate, the Slaughtered Lamb, with only a guitar and a pedal with echo effects and loops. E 'again to London to present a preview of some new piece. DM Stith has an angelic voice and pure. Michael David could join the church choir directed by his father, who escaped from teaching to pursue his graphic nature and to escape to a spiritually 'tax which is not recognized. And then, during the concert, it seems that DM Stith has made its own journey in search of his underwear and I have found his true spirituality 'that now transcends his music tonight. Satasera alone in front of us, chords and arpeggios of his guitar are more 'complex and do not detract from the songs you hear on his album "Heavy Ghost." Indeed, in this room with leather sofas are instaurauna more 'strong communion, giving the impression of sharing with him a moment of intimacy' unique. Tonight, as well as some new songs with "Impatience" and the precious gems "Heavy Ghost," DM Stith gives us a wonderful cover of "Spirit Ditch" of the recently deceased Mark Linkous (aka Sparklehorse) with whom he shared a I would particularly dangerous sensitivity 'music. The elegiac concert glides fast and souls are won tonight and dumb by its beauty. Quietly leave the room and as we walk the deserted streets of London on a Sunday night, still resounds the echo dell'encore "Just Once Just once, did you love me ounces?". 
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