Nancy Kerr & James Fagan, Django Reindhart & Stephen Grappelli, Paco De Lucia, Richard Thompson, Cameron De La Isla, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, Jim Crawford, Chris Ayliff, Led Zeppelin, Sonny Boy Williamson II, The Levellers, Blind Willy Johnson, Dave Weems, Taj Mahal, The Beatles, Harry Smith, The Doors, Steve Ruffe, Pink Floyd, Bob Marley, Leftfield, Billy Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Simon & Garfunkel, Blowzabella, Seize The Day, Wilderland/Andy Souch, Kristina Olsen, etc...
On a day to day level, all the local Jam Session musicans and friends that keep the music alive for us probably exert the biggest influence now!!
'Fiddlebix' is a folkish duo based in the pretty fishing village of Appledore, North Devon. Chloe plays a mean fiddle, a nylon string guitar and sings. She has a relaxed, imaginative fiddle style and a warm, soulful tone that entwines harmonic melody and cheeky improvisation together as one. Her guitar playing and songs are performed with a delivery that communicates true essence. Baz plays a steel string guitar in both conventional and open tuning, the harmonica, cajon, bodhran and sings. His highly developed percussive rhythms and bluesy passion hit the spot every time. Together, they are an absolute delight to listen to. Their music has evolved out of an accumulation of influences collected over the years from a mixture of wild and adventurous life experiences. Although their music mainly has a world folk/acoustic edge, it blends rock, blues, jazz and even flamenco sounds too. Chloe was born in Belfast, but grew up in London, where she won a scholarship to the Trinity College of Music. Later she took to the road, spending several years busking around Spain and the Canary Islands. She moved to Devon in 2000 where she met Baz. Baz grew up in North Devon. In his youth he played in several school bands, and after he graduated from university he spent several years living in China - after cycling a mere 5000 miles across the Gobi desert to get there! In 2004 Baz and Chloe returned to China and Inner Mongolia as part of their 'Far Flung Folk' project researching and recording traditional music. In 2005 Baz returned to China again, this time taking the 'Tarka Morris Men' with him, with whom he also dances. Baz and Chloe have been playing in 'The Dambuskers', a 4-piece folk rock band, for 4 years. Baz has recorded a number of local artists and he is presently expanding his recording studio. He is also the organizer of the 'Lundy Island Folk Festival'. Chloe teaches, does one-to-one and group vocal coaching, and runs 'Music and Mobility' sessions in the old folks homes. She has abundant orchestral and ensemble experience, reads and writes music fluently, and is highly competent in harmony, arrangement and composition. They are both writing original material and are working towards their first 'Fiddlebix' album - weyhey - so watch this space!
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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.
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..?
greetings from an Upper Bavarian (p)art of the Folk-Rock-Roots Universe.
IRXN appreciates you being a friend in this Universe! Move along -powerful- with your great tunes (!) down that wolf-path to the world's end - your spirit deserves a broader audience indeed ;-)
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.
Hi guys Hope you didn't get flooded at the weekend. Can't wait to catch up with you at Bideford. It's got to be dryer than last year, surely. All the best Helga
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