Bandini’s lo-fi, timeless songs arrive fully formed and without unnecessary embellishment. With a yearning, vulnerable voice accompanied only by sparse acoustic guitar, these deceptively direct melodies soon burrow into the gaps between nostalgia and memory, between child-like innocence and painful life experience.
“The song starts out where it was written, late one night” says Bandini of the song. “I can’t exactly remember when. Life is hazy and memory is unreliable. The other verses cut to different points in my life, different moments – like snapshots. There are lot more verses and, like life, a lot more verses to be written.”
Little is known of the reclusive singer-songwriter’s background and personality, other than his love of analogue recording, Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen. Sometimes, especially in our age of information overload, it’s better to let the songs speak for themselves.