If you find yourself saying, “Oh, there go the angels, square dancing again, and making such a ruckus!” then someone nearby just might have Christopher Macor in his playlist.
Part tribal rite, part homeopathy, part incandescent fire of manifestation, Macor’s music keeps you guessing while tapping your happy toes. His long fingers tumble over the frets with an unpredictable tribute to jazz, rock, and funk while belting out lyrics that float and land like elegant thought bubbles. Compared to David Byrne, Elvis Costello, and the painter M.C. Escher, Macor fuses soaring intellect with the magic of matter.
“My music comes through my cells, through the center of my body,” he said. And while what he shares always hails some core spiritual truth, it’s anything but preachy. Instead, his music feels fun, humor-filled, and slightly celestial.