The Moonband are
Vocals, Guitars, Keys
Vocals, Bouzouki, Guitars
Vocals, Mandoline, Banjo, Glockenspiel
Charles Lindbergh Flies Solo Across the Atlantic
Meanwhile, the Moonband Discover Atlantis
YES, WE’VE DISCOVERED ATLANTIS. STILL WE WON’T TELL YOU WHERE IT IS. YOU MIGHT ARGUE ‚THIS IS RIDICULOUS‘, AND WE MIGHT ANSWER ‚YES, IT IS‘. YET NOT TO HIDE A CHILDISH SECRET, BUT TO SAVE YOU FROM A BIG MISTAKE.
That is to say that you can’t imagine a more untidy, wrecked and grimy pile of stones than Atlantis. The place is populated by the most sloppy species ever spawn by the universe: venturers and artists. Those who are neither ones pose as students. You’ll find yourself living above a crowded pub complaining about an audience yelling a pirate band’s refrains every night. Police won’t come. You can’t pay per credit, there are no road signs. People hang out on the streets after dinner, often kissing. And as if all that wasn’t enough, they don’t even build fences around their front yards.
Camping is allowed EVERYWHERE!
– ‚Sodom and Gomorrah!‘ you might say, ‚Good to know!‘
– ‚Yes‘, we’d say, nodding, and ‚Don’t ever go there!‘
To tell you the truth, we’ll go back to Atlantis. It took us so much time to find the place, and now, after a while, we feel too comfortable there. Surely, it is a bit disappointing when you get there for the first time. And certainly, we haven’t got used completely to the unimaginable difference between our expectations and the island’s reality. However, we’ve decided to ignore this omnipresent psychological fact. It’s a stumble. If you ever have the idea of a place, search for it, and if possible, stay there and refine it. Your dreams will always be bothered by reality – just as well, you’re able to bother reality with your dreams.
Bobek, Mondbasis 2014