He has no name, just a nickname: The One-Armed Man. Le Manchot. One-armed, yet a master of his craft—a mysterious musician straight out of a David Lynch film.
He roams his America, from dive bars to strip clubs, playing his songs. From one city to another, on foot, hitchhiking, or by bus—when last night’s gig left him with a few dollars—he crosses the country, turning tales of failed love and miserable lives into acts of blues and folk bravery.
A spiritual son of Tom Waits, he chose soul over easy fame.
Friend, if The One-Armed Man comes your way, get the whiskey and the amps ready—then let the magic happen.
Emmanuel Didierjean
