Anders E. Røine - div. strengeinstrumenter og munnharpe
Harald Høyvik - kontrabass, el.bass og Fender IV
Camilla Granlien - vokal
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Med på plata:
Jorun Marie Rypdal Kvernberg - fele
Andreas Skeie Ljones - fele
Fridtjof Lindeman - orgel og div. rytmeinstrument
Niels J. Røine - vokal
Ryktene har svirret i flere år om at Camilla Granlien Band har vært i studio og jobbet med et debutalbum. I løpet av de siste årene her heldige publikummere fått høre bandets smakfulle musikk på diverse festivaler og showcases. Nå er endelig cd-en her med 12 låter fra en ny hylle med norsk tradisjonsmusikk, pakket inn på en vakker, drivende og elegant måte. Her kan man spore tråder tilbake til både 70-talls rock og country via norske, gamle melodilinjer. De sterke tekstene om kjærlighet, svik og elendighet er hentet fra to av landets største diktere, Tor Jonsson (1916-1951) og Olav Aukrust (1883-1929), begge fra Lom i Gudbrandsdalen. Til tross for ulikhetene hos de to dikterne kan man høre at begge har hentet inspirasjon fra folkemusikken i både titler og oppbygging av diktene. Vi har forent noen folketoner, nye og gamle, med deres tekster. Ei og anna vise de muligens kan ha hørt på hjemplassen har også fått bli med.
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New record from Camilla Granlien Band! The lyrics are written by two great poets from Lom in Gudbrandsdalen: Tor Jonsson (1916–1951) and Olav Aukrust (1883–1929). Though their views of rural life were far apart, it held a great influence on them both. Tor Jonsson faced much hardship in his youth and came to be critical of the closely-knit rural society, while Olav Aukrust, a champion of religious and national causes, held a more positive view of rural communities, people and lifestyles. Differences notwithstanding, it is obvious from the titles and form of their poems that both drew inspiration from traditional music. We have set some of their poems to traditional tunes both old and recent, and included a few songs they might have heard at home.
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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.
Hei, og takk for dagene sist, topp å spille med deg! Veldig fine spor du har her, fikk veldig sansen for den fine instrumenteringa og bandet under din stemme.
Vil gjerne ha et eks. av plata, selvsagt signert. :-)
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