Kasper Agnas (SWE)
This is all the secretive joy of Kasper. His fate belongs to him. His guitar belongs to him. His music is his thing. Without major there is no minor, without harmony there is no dissonance, and in Sweden you also have to get to know the Midsommärnight. In addition, he knows himself to be the master of his tempos, his intervals, his strings. It is precisely at this moment, when man turns back to his life (an Agnas returning to his instrument), at this slight turn he contemplates the series of unrelated deeds that become his destiny, his very own creation, united in his memory. The sound unfolds again. I leave Kasper at the foot of the mountain. We have to think of him as a happy person.