There we stood, with a dozen of puns in front of us. Sent by Bakkhos, the everlasting drunken god of fertility and madness. Determined to unravel what they mean we took one pencil in our hands, one behind our ears and one between our teeth.
Blending musicians, poets and actors we created BAKKHOS PUNS and with it our version of Spoken Jazz saw the day of light.
Hearing how explosive, multi-layered chamber music interconnects with sensitive, present-day texts gave us tremendous focus and inspiration. When having concerts the musicians suddenly became actors, the actors became poets and the poets became musicians.
When the sun shines, don't resist metaphor, Bakkhos stops sending us puns but until then we'll keep the ultimate goal to entertain and maybe even liquefy our dividing lines of reality.