At the steps of la Sala Rossa, on a wintry cold night, Marcus Foster lost his scarf. Genuinely abashed and candid, he humors us with pipeline stories and touring tidbits. On stage, aged beyond his years, the artist [...]]]> [ Tune in for the video interview with London's MARCUS FOSTER.]

At the steps of la Sala Rossa, on a wintry cold night, Marcus Foster lost his scarf. Genuinely abashed and candid, he humors us with pipeline stories and touring tidbits. On stage, aged beyond his years, the artist serves up a timeless rasp simmered in a bluesy brew, gingered to the métier of a man enchanted by his guitar. But backstage, his charm and quirky laugh is an affable breath of fresh air from archetypal, moody and sullen, indie artists. Next time he hops across the pond to tour America though, somebody please bring the blood(?) a scarf.

[ More on the docket, my concert review of Marcus should be on cornershopstudios soon. ]