I met up with some writing mates from the May workshop last night to listen to Ernst Molden live at a free show in the Fluc. His song lyrics are just that – lyrical. But they have a dark side that is so in your face, that I ended up nodding at the truth of it all. Guitar, mouth organ, and a smoky rough voice – the songwriter sang.
Forgot to add that Ernst was one of the workshop leaders and is also an accomplished author. His books are available in Vienna and from Amazon.