Tangle faded photographs, sparrow secrets, songs of sea and light, with a velvet voice, a hearty laugh, and the traditions of the Celtic winds and you will begin to understand the music of Fae Wiedenhoeft. Accompanying herself with a guitar or bodhran, Fae weaves a challenging range of songs from Old Scots to mystical Irish love songs to colourful ballads of her own composition. Her passion for Celtic music, the traditions from which it grows, and her true love of singing makes an evening of Fae’s music an enchanting experience and a musical must for fans of Celtic Folk!
Fae was born and raised in the Chicago suburbs. Her beginnings include serenading squirrels in her backyard, singing John Denver songs with her sister and a half size guitar, and putting on big musicals in the heart of downtown Chicago. Fae found her way to the beautiful West Coast of Canada in 1996, where she lived for a good long while, singing for her supper, dancing jigs and reels, and protecting Mother Earth. An environmentalist, vegetarian, painter, photographer, storyteller, and dreamer, Fae began to listen to what was around her. Her songwriting began as if the wind told her it was time.
She is a member of the duo Syren and a former member of West Coast Celtic sensation Kitangus, with whom she performed throughout Vancouver Island, the lower mainland of British Columbia, and held a steady gig for three consecutive summers at the world famous Buchart Gardens. Fae has composed original music as well as performed on five CDs recorded, manufactured, and sold in Canada entitled: Myriad ~ "Song of the Isles", Syren ~ "Waves to the Sky" and "Invitation", Cauldron~ "After the Mad King Dies”, and Kitangus ~ "Into the West".
In 2003, life gave her an unexpected push to Tulsa, OK, where she began to question many things about her place in this world. In that time, she met the pirate who stole her heart, reminded her that music was life, and she could not breathe without it. She performed at many venues in Tulsa including the Tulsa Performing Arts Center, Saffron Coffee & Art, and the Blue November MicroFilmFest after party to name a few. In spring of 2006, she recorded, manufactured, and released her first solo live album entitled "The Saffron Sessions”.
“Pack up the car, Seattle or Bust!” In summer of 2006, Fae was reunited with her musical friends and the West Coast. From performances at little cafes in Victoria, BC and the Seattle area to her second year at the Northwest Folklife Music Festival, AND with her new duo SeaStar plus new demo CD available for sale, much is in motion in the music world. SeaStar plays a free monthly show at a non-profit coffeehouse called the Green Bean in Seattle’s Greenwood area. “Music is about community, not money.”
Fae says, “I truly believe that music heals the world, and for this, I will sing and sing, everyday! Each of us has a song resonating within. It is up to our ever-changing kaleidoscope spirit to let it dance and find its light.”
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.
We are finally ready to start promoting my 'I Surrender' single with my album, 'Ella Trip' coming right after -yey!! What d'ya think to the video teaser?
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..?
Wanted you to know we are always thinking of you. Looks like we may stop by for your upcomming show here in Seattle and listen to your beautiful voice!
Hey lovely lady! Was just thinking about you, your B-Day is right around the corner! Girls born on the 13th rock, huh? My niece was born on 3-13 of this year, the awesomeness continues! Hope you & Adam are well, I miss you!
Thanks for the ADD!! Come on back and watch us plunder... I mean.. Grow... Update.. Something computer like, like that. Yours, Captain Charity Ann Rackham And thank you again for making it to BCRF 09. Your voices were magical. See you soon.
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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