A song, a cello, a troubadour.
As life trashed her heart, Mara spent most of the Corona Lockdown in bed. Mainly crying. Rather large crocodile tears.
Once she realized that numbing out on alcohol and cigarettes wasn’t a guaranteed shortcut, she wrote some songs.
Unfortunately — but unsurprisingly: sad songs.
A concert in praise of melancholy. A celebration of fractured hearts.
A few tears. A splash of humor.
Expect a sad but unique performance of cellist troubadour Mara Miribung.
Only for the brave.