The BarN - 8.00pm
Born at the foot of a windmill to a Hippie and a French girl, DARA was destined to be weird.
He writes songs and dreams nostalgic as he rambles ‘round this big iron world searching for an idea of love.
He’s a lost child telling his story in a way he hardly understands himself.
Echoes of Dylan, Waits and Jack Johnson - broken poems for dirty souls