Anu Alviola is a kantele player from Helsinki. She was born in Lahti and started playing kantele at Lahti Conservatory in 1991. She studied mostly classic – and chamber music in conservatory, but became inspired of folk music because of her long-term hobby – folk dancing. In 2003 she was admitted to the Sibelius Academy Folk Music Department to study folk music. She graduated Bachelor of Music in the spring 2006. Now she is continuing with her Master of Music studies and teaching kantele playing and doing career as musician by herself and with her band Blatentsaine and Kvinta.
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The music examples are from cd Blatentsaine - Juurihoitoa/ Root Treatment. Compositions are made by Anu Alviola
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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..?
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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.
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Sisu ja Nosturi tarjoaa mahdollisuuden päästä keikalle Nosturiin!!
Yleisö äänestää voittajabändin. Ilmoita bändisi mukaan samantien, liittyminen tai äänestäminen, kaikki on äärimmäisen helppoa, tsekkaa vaikka: http://www.suomalaistasisua.fi/sisullastagelle
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.
