Artist:Danco

"I find him seated at the bar, sipping on an old-fashioned. The place is quiet, Bowie leaks from the radio. I introduce myself, order a white russian. Danco, or Dann, the New Zealand-born producer/songwriter looks equal parts Bob Dylan, John Lennon, and Allen Ginsberg. No surprises there - he tells me of his youth on the road, in tour vans hurtling across bat country, in halfway houses, monotone hotels and European airport lounges. I ask him how old he is. He just laughs. I can tell he's young, way too young to be wearing that black turtleneck, sipping so eloquently on that Old-fashioned. His music evokes a time of artistic abandon - of Springstein, Dylan and Rodriguez, when pop was a drink and single lane highways connected distant cities between vast tracts of nothing. So more like an old soul in a young man's body then, both wild-eyed and wise, part of a generation restless with the constraints of time. He asks me what I'm doing later, I pretend to look to my phone. I say I'm ...