Recently I was reminded of how strongly the debate still rages – what is folk? I was at the No Direction Home festival at Welbeck Abbey, and Will Hodgkinson had been asked to come and talk about his book The Ballad of Britain. In 2009 he took a trip round Britain to cast his eye on the state of the folk revival. Sadly he couldn’t make the … Continue reading What the folk?
The Sundays – Blind
There are seasons and times in our lives we call our very own favorites. Mine are the 90s. Even though I cannot remember much (I was a dispersed child, now I am a dispersed grown-up) I do remember odd hairstyles, my sister wearing strange black boots as she danced to “Industrial” music (and other odd sounding to my ears rhythms), and grunge.
Gregory and the Hawk.
Just floating in the air (a sensation I get when I really dig music), then a sweet voice calls my attention. It was coming from that online radio program I listen to every Sunday, Antifama. The words, the title, ‘The Bolder Thing to Do’; a very little known gifted voice and songwriter (at this part of the world, i.e., Mexico), go girl!
That is how you get the utmost of an acoustic guitar! Some tears leave my eyes as the song goes on, and I write in the radio station’s web page the next day, stating that this song made me cry. It really did, sometimes the past haunts even the most virtuous notes coming from someone else’s heart.
I love walking into gig venues. I love the smell of beer mixed in with all the sweat from the nerves, excitement and of course a busy, hectic lifestyle. It embodies so much of what live music is about.
The familiar aroma greeted me on entering the 02 Academy this afternoon, reminding me of why I choose to interview bands; why I’m content to be always the bridesmaid, never the bride (or in this case, something more along the lines of always the guitar technician, never the guitarist). It’s simple really. For that smell to become engrained in my everyday life would destroy a small piece of its beauty; you don’t want to get too acquainted with a sprinkling of magic. Because I’m not on the road on tour every day I can appreciate it for what it is.
Editor’s note: We welcome back Homo Rodans, lead singer from Lumiere . Don’t be a stranger! – Quinto.
I was born March 10th, 1980. Most likely my first sign of life was a natural E flat powerful scream. Ergo, I was born a little screaming punk rather than your average baby. 21 years later, I became an engineer.
When I was 3 years old, I started playing with my cousins’ dinosaur-shaped piano. Later on, at 6, a red Hohner melodica became my best friend and one year later, I developed a strange rejection against acoustic guitars. I assume that was because of my dad’s many attempts to teach me to play boleros, which I found not amusing.