Ann English - vocals and acoustic guitar
with
Kevin Farrell - bass & acoustic lead guitar & vibraphone
Shelley Williams - harmony vocals & percussion
Ruth Fuga - harmony vocals
Bonz Barnes - dobro guitar & banjo
Ken Powell - acoustic guitar
Jim Schofield - mandolin
Tony Marshall - alto & soprano saxaphone
all songs are copyright 2004 Ann C.Williams
Influences
Heroes, Joni Mitchell, Annie Lennox, Bonnie Raite, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Santana, Crosby Stills & Nash,
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Good to see you again last night. It's a great venue for acoustic music. Know it clashes but if you ever get the chance, please try and get to Sale Folk Club one Tuesday.
Free to download. Mike Duff’s poem KING OF THE SCUTTLERS. Music and arrangement by Steve Booth (guitar and vocals), Rob Barlow (double bass) and Mickey Lyons (banjo). Performed live at the Harpurhey neighbourhood project. Recorded and mixed by Adam Booth, go to www.myspace/stevewbooth.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Singers, songwriters, poets and musicians of all ages along with resident players “ THE ACOUSTIC PAC” take to the stage with a variety of styles and performances. ALL WELCOME
not long to go now 'til Manchester's most exciting new festival, A Day At The Races, which has now moved from New Century House to the Night & Day and Moho Live - a ticket gets you a wristband, which lets you hop between the two venues and witness...
tickets selling fast; snap 'em up and see you there!
Hi Ann. Hope you are keeping well Just thought I'd let you know that a new monthly folk club in Sale looks highly likely!!First one likely to be on Sunday 25th May. The initial format will be a singaround & hopefully give a good local artist a 45 min spot as well.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace -
2 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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