Longing vs. belonging. Integrity vs. disparity. The open book vs. the book that cannot be read by its cover. The sounds that we hear vs. the music that we feel. Reading between the lines vs. riding the waves as the world crashes around you.
The songs of Michael Prins are tales of character, are mirror images fractured and refracted tales, they are the embodiment of a songwriter writing for himself, capturing the moment for us. The echoes of voices that have come before ring in the timber of Michael’s own voice, making his music that much more familiar to the listener. It is as if a long lost friend has come back to whisper the missing evidence in your ear. The early, loving influences of a musical and creative upbringing shine evident in Michael’s eyes as he performs. We are yet spectators witnessing an artist in a unique form. A poets design that is not a put upon disguise to hide his true self.
A troubadour in broken down denim. Simply put, Michael’s songs are universal. Open honest tales where in we the listener hears the voice of a young talent honing his craft. Outside the of guise of an institution or put upon impressions. Michael Prins is the songwriter sane enough to wrestle with himself and brave enough to travel his own path vs. the ones predestined. (Text: Joshua Baumgarten, The Irrational Library)