Haydn / by Mikael Rudolfsson - Trombone

Airport. Everyday life, normal people running about, searching for their gates. Lost smiles.

I turn on Haydn. The world as I know it disappears, every step feathers lightly on the concrete floor, I suddenly feel very human and appreciate the beauty of my fellow humans, my collegues in travel.

A mystic bassline, a line of chords, a knocking rhythm. Or is it more than that? I think so.