I can’t remember my actual introduction to West London musician, Adam Masterson. We met before I began playing music myself so it must have been sometime in 2007 when he was in New York. However, I cannot pinpoint the exact date in my head like I can for many things (it is indeed a creepy habit, but I cannot help it). I believe our acquaintanceship sprung forth out of recognition in the East Village nightlife scene, wherein we would notice one another in the company of mutual friends and welcome each other with a nod.
On May fifth of that year, I remember catching one of his performances downstairs in Niagara‘s Tiki Bar, which has since been renovated and is now a cocktail lounge bar called Lovers of Today. Prior to the renovation, musicians would play in this somewhat hush-hush lei lounge and the low-brow much-a-muck would congregate the dark, subterranean cubicle. The night I saw and heard Adam there, I was swept away and ultimately inspired by his poignant songs, which emanated from gruff voice and lone acoustic guitar. I instantly fell in love with the rustic lyrics, whimsical melodies, and expressive dynamics of his song Avenue Walk. Continue reading