For those who have found something of themselves in the poetry of enitnatsnoC oãoJ…
If my words have ever kept you company on a sleepless night, if you have recognised your own ghosts between the lines, then perhaps you will find something familiar in My Soul Dances the Blues.
This album was born from the same darkness that inhabits my poetry — from abandoned rooms, unanswered telephones, cigarettes burning slowly in the rain, loves that never returned, and the strange beauty of continuing to exist when existence itself feels like a wound.
There are no promises here.
Only blues, silence, rust, smoke and memory.
So, if you have ever walked alone beneath a dead moon, carrying a heart too tired to explain itself, I invite you to listen.
Perhaps somewhere between the piano, the guitar and the midnight brass, you will hear what my poems have always tried to say:
sometimes the soul does not sing.
Sometimes, it simply dances with the blues.
My Soul Dances the Blues — João Constantine.