Paul Plut

Mystical, old as dirt places go well together with Paul Plut's music. We've encountered him last time in a church in the heart of the city. This time Paul Plut and his band set out for nature and wander on a narrow path under tall pine trees to a cave in Wienerwald. Paul Plut stands barefoot on the dusty and cold ground and strikes up the song „Katzenburg“ on the accordion. „It's this ancient place to have a rest and take a deep breathe,“ the artist describes the song,“The mountain hut before the thunderstorm. A stony chapel in midday heat. The harbour, the oasis, the White Lodge, the house of the magician, the Katzenburg: a ruin in the deep forests between blueberry and chanterelle.“ The song is dark and consoling at the same time. Paul Plut's feet are (not only in the lyrics) getting cold, but the faint spring sun slowly and promisingly makes it's way through.