kulas

Kulas used to be Tago’s minstrel. Everybody remembers him as the person to go to if one wanted to audition for amateur singing contests in the 70s and 80s. A virtuoso in stringed instruments, Kulas shares his talent without counting the cost to interested Tagon-on musicians in the making.

But poverty has robbed Kulas of his music and his gift. He longs for those nights when the sky is sequined with stars and the moon is full and he sits by the window of his hovel, evoking stories of sadness and truth from the tired strings of his battered guitar.