A fuzzy crowd wafts in the background as delicate guitar sounds and a smooth, glassy vocal performance catch the light of center stage.
Close your eyes. You're in a dark mahogany theatre. Unknown Vagabond graces the stage, and you're seized by the performance of "Falling Consciously." This is what I imagine while seated at a small writing desk in the middle of Africa. The sun has just peaked through the clouds of a rainy day, and as the leaves sway, this song fills the room.
Like gently sealed love letters, "Falling Consciously" has been softly sent into the world, finding its audience and transporting them from whatever corner of reality they share to the world that Unknown Vagabond has created.
As the rays around me brighten in real life, the stage lights dim to highlight the lyrics projected onto the back of the stage. This is the moment of rapture for any lover of the word and lyric, especially with standout verses such as: "Don't ask me who's that you're looking at / I know I should know me better / Better than that."