Written by: Justine Wildöer
This April, the four-headed band One Man Dancing (ironically), will release its debut album Memories of a New Home. Clearly, the perfect time to meet lead singer Agus Samur is one month before, when he is coincidentally travelling Europe with his girlfriend Ana. So imagine a rainy, hungover Sunday night in Amsterdam neighborhood De Pijp, wearing yesterday’s makeup and trainers (yep) and in walk four Argentineans that have just crossed the entire city by foot.
At Whoozy, we are busy setting up a new concept of recording live jam sessions with “our” artists, so the living room had turned into a semi-professional sound studio. Furniture all moved out of the way, some bottles of red wine, candles and a GoPro ensured a perfect setting for some proper music-making, assisted by three microphones and computers. (For actual useful information on the type of devices and systems used, you should obviously not talk to me. I’m decorative in these situations.) Agus brings his girlfriend and her sisters, that have lived in Switzerland for the past couple of years. I’d personally have difficulties imagining ever finding a dude alright with me bringing my sister along on a big continental trip, but the four of them make the most chilled out quartet that I have for long met. Shoes are taken off, glasses poured and everyone talks, sitting comfortably on their socked feet. Especially one of the sisters, who had been walking around in high heels all day, seems relieved to be granted this opportunity.
Seriously, it’s nice. No one’s even really talking about music or the trip the couple has been on for the past few weeks. Eventually though, on about our third glass, it becomes clear that Agus can start playing. He initially excuses himself, saying he hasn’t played since their trip started four weeks ago, expecting to be stiff and possibly even no good at all. I of course tell him he shouldn’t worry about that, given the fact that as a sloppy former guitar player, I have actually lost the finger movements. No need to apologize for having been on a holiday to someone who’s just overall lazy on a daily basis.
As he sets up his play and practices some rifles, he tells me that he’s always wanted to make a career out of his music. Wherever he’s been in the world, his guitar was always there. In fact, the song that he’s about to play, was written by him when he was by himself in London some years ago, at a moment he was alone – not lonely: My Darling.
Granted, at first you may be somewhat able to tell that Agus hasn’t played too fanatically for a while. Yet, the more he plays, the more comfortable -and better- he gets. He explains to me that some interpret it as a love-song, but that it wasn’t actually meant as such. Sitting in his bunkbed in a hostel, his neighbors at the right were producing enough bass to keep the entire City awake, while at this left they were asleep. My Darling didn’t refer to a girl he missed, it described the feeling you get when you are by yourself for the first time. You know, when you move out of your parents’ place and everything is exciting and amazing, but at the same time there’s a part of you latently feeling like cuddling up to your dogs on the couch, while your parents are cooking dinner and are setting the table. The kind of feeling that once you are actually on that couch, you want to be back out there again after only a day, however nice it might be and however badly you might want to have it as long as you’re not.
Agus, his brothers Andres and Meri and their friend Javier Ojeda make up One Man Dancing. Whereas Agus proves to be much promising solo, together the band forms a cradle for creativity. Their video-clip has already been awarded the “best music video” by the Bucharest Shorecut Cinefest competition and as My Darling is sure to spark nostalgia by whomever listens to it, the entire album Memories of a New Home is one to watch. Or, frankly, listen: as of April 2017 something you can do through Spotify, iTunes and every other musical platform out there.