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Wales seng too fiend there Love

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Released: Jul 4, 2009

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Wales seng too fiend there Love
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Genre: Melodramatic Popular Song / Psychedelic / Religious
Location The Angels of Light, California, Un
Profile Views: 31632
Last Login: 8/7/2011
Member Since 8/19/2006
Website www.featherbeard.org
Type of Label Major
Bio
Featherbeard is a minstrel and storyteller of the Neolithic variety. Culling influences from as far a field as Hindu mystics, Tiny Tim, habanero peppers and demonic ghosts, his incantations tightrope the archaic and the innovative. They are both steeped in and unmoored by time, playful and cryptic, lyrical and delusional. Birthed in Chicago's South Side slums, the child of a pig slaughterer and a cross-dressing performance artist, Featherbeard train-hopped to New Orleans where he made a name for himself playing for hillbillies and gutter punks. In Louisiana, Featherbeard spent months traversing the labyrinth of bayou towns, busking his way across the Gulf Coast. It's in the Deep South beneath the summer storms and amongst the ringing echoes of an African spiritual tradition never to be lost that his songwriting turned lush and bloomed: a phonographic floral child of the eternal whisper. But like so many musical birdies, Featherbeard desired the deserts and mountains of the West. His paeans speak in deep, baritone ruminations, perfectly suited for the vistas of southern California, his current nesting spot. It's in Los Angeles that Featherbeard fully cultivated his euphonious sermons, which now include whale calls, bird chips, and a variety of earthly utterances. Songs cease to be mere compositions, but are part of an evolutionary process, sprung from earth. Performed on steel stringed guitar, ukulele, upright bass, buffalo drum, mountain dulcimer, auto harp, harmonica and kazoo, the hymns are organic. And that's what in the end makes Featherbeard unique – his songs have roots. Having contracted a rare allergy to digital recording when he was seventeen years old after reading that "a poem translated is like a star drawn in charcoal, holding all the shape but none of the light," Featherbeard was forced to wait before he could create his first recording. And then it came to be. He was called to Beverly Hills to a wondrous four track and a studio with a huge bass drum and a rusty trumpet where he recorded and mixed two full-length lps on honest and impressionable audio tape, in 4-D. The process is, as of yet, not complete; Destiny has not yet finished the paperwork to bring the word to true flesh, and so the recordings have been conservatively distributed as digital media (each time causing the singer to break out in a minor rash). In the meantime, Featherbeard performs. Wearing pretty dresses and homemade feather beards, the weird man must be seen to be understood. As were it not for the beautiful shine he has seen in the eyes of hopeful observers and the inspiration he has received from this vision, the performances may have by now ceased. Yet love and awe have been passed around this way. His mouth, their ears, their mouths, his ears, a cycle of joyful noise revolves and an electro-magnetic current is sustained. Beneath many moons he has sung, strummed, and plucked as single seated body wanting little distraction from the word and its conjoined twin—beauteous melody—but as of late the word has received foundational support: a band is formed. Alongside him now often sits a beautiful maiden, a daughter of May, beating a drum and singing an aviary harmony; also a young curly-headed medium, a prodigious maker, bowing his beautiful upright bass; also a multi-lingual guitarist picking in French, Spanish, Hindi, Hebrew, or English, rhythms of fortune and delight. Other times, he may be seen with a lone electric guitarist rubbing a swirling and distorted Om from his wood and steel machine. California, India, Chicago and New York. A Chinese tour is in the works. In any fashion, Featherbeard performs. And as long as there are hearts willing to swell and minds ready to twist inside out, Featherbeard performs. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Members
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Influences
Mountain Angels, John Jacob Niles, Giuseppe Verdi, Crickets, Oceans, Mountains, Rivers, Kundalini, Floods, Fires, Famines, Love, Voodoo, Demons, Betrayal, Suffering, Time, Death, Flowers, Josephine Foster, Feathers, Charles Manson, Oscar the Grouch, Cumin, Dr. John
Sounds Like
Gypsy Ghosts, The Dying Breath of Black Magic Capitalism, Arthritic Skeletons, Wandering Menstrual Cyclists, Orpheus Birds, Juniper Fires, Whale Women