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Ballads of the past since 2001.
The Norwegian duo Bruvoll/Halvorsen sings and plays their own verion of the norwegian traditional music. With unusual guitar tunings and Jon Anders crystal clear voice they have toured Norway and abroad with their music.
Now they are currently working on an new album to follow their debut album from 2004 "Nattsang". Where the last album explored the darker side of the ballad tradition, mostly as a duo, the new album will feature a band consisting of fiddle, upright bass and percussion.
Releases: Nattsang (Grappa 2004) || trillar for to (Grappa 2007)
Terningakst på trillar for to:
VG 5/6 Aftenposten 5/6 BT 5/6 Hamar Arbeiderblad 6/6 Varden 5/6 TA 5/6 GD 5/6
Many thanks for your support and hope you're going well! Just got back from Rome following the Volcano disruptions so shall be back on myspace a bit more now, Wishing you every success! Big Respect from Newcastle, UK, Richard a la HerxPanPop
Vi vill med denna lilla kommentar informera om vår Festivalkampanj 2010 som nu har startats. Vi har satt ihop flera förmånliga paket till de band och bolag som behöver trycka t-shirts, eller annan merchandise, till sommarens festivaler och spelningar. Besök vår webbsida redan idag för mer info. www.vodrecords.se Trevlig rocksommar önskas alla våra polare på MySpace!
Vod Printings ************************** We print & supply t-shirts, merchandise & backdrops to the independent music scene, contact us for more info! www.vodrecords.se
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem, & some songs, on myspace... Poem 187 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001
Out of the museum-and-gallery (Wiser on Cookson and the local way), Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me, Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay; Before, on either side, Marine Parks - The southern-one a most beautiful place, Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base.
Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above) Onto the South Pier I made my way: Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove - And high-and-dry sands held from transgression By growth of grass and the weaving of wood, Plus, in the dim light of a sleepy sun, Fishing boats returning to Tynemouth’s hood.
Hej Vi vill med denna lilla kommentar bara påminna om att vi under Februari & Mars 2010 har ett flertal fina kampanjerbjudanden till de band, bolag, företag och föreningar som funderar på att trycka upp ny merchandise. Vi erbjuder ett mycket brett sortiment av merchandise till bra priser. Besök vår webbsida redan idag för mer info. www.vodrecords.se
Bästa Rockhälsningar, Vod Printings **************************** We print & supply t-shirts, merchandise, CD printing & backdrops to the independent music scene, contact us for more info! www.vodrecords.se
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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
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..?
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.
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