ndf (= Bruno Pronsato and Sergio Giorgini) bonded one June afternoon over j… Read Full Bio ↴ndf (= Bruno Pronsato and Sergio Giorgini) bonded one June afternoon over jokes about underwear and an appreciation for the short stories of the great Irish writer, William Trevor. Sensing they were both haunted by similarly charming demons, they spent the subsequent summer of 2009 drinking red wine and strolling about Prenzlauerberg in matching imaginary black capes. They seek to make dance music twilit by the melancholy of, say, a Donald Justice poem:

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it moving
Beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle.

And deep in mirrors
They rediscover
The face of the boy as he practices tying
His father’s tie there in secret,

And the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something

That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, immense,
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses.