Love, dust, and noise.

Greyhound James’ music is born from a discontinued mind. Like the greyhound that he “proclaims”, caught on tape, he runs through places and moments, without, nevertheless, staying for too long.

Chased by the Classic Rock roughness, it spreads with the same strength that runs on a renegade cowboy, that cries his own sorrows, riding the Blues, falling asleep under the Soul’s light of the fire, a faint one, yet everlasting.