Somewhere it sings restrained at the river and RUPPERT PLAYS. Somewhere someone is shouting into the night and RUPPERT PLAYS. There’s always a dance floor shaking, lighters crunching…Yes, in a perfect world, replayed favorite songs would always sound like this. Here with us they are unique, colorful, with bumped elbows and carefully shining eyes. Just there, like a warm thunderstorm, like you and me. RUPPERT PLAYS. Acoustic. Everywhere.