Have you ever…

...faced an impossible question, to be answered at once by a kaleidoscope of wind, diffusing your bewilderment into thousands of spinning bulbs?

...awoken to hear the person sleeping beside you speaking a language they do not speak in their waking life?

...felt your legs possessed, to throw you across the room in shapes?

...lost your heart, only to find it on the bank of a cold spring, in the hands of a filling station attendant, or in the dust swimming through the light of your bedroom window?

Have you ever listened to Twain?

For the past decade or so, Mt. Davidson has cultivated his songs and sounds, attempting to create a bridge, a meeting place, between the terrestrial and the mystic. He is a ponderous and delicate sort of creature, short and vaguely leonine, who has spent most of his young life abiding in the midlands of transcendence.

[Programming descriptions are generated by participants and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of SXSW.]