Band members include Kathy Case (Hammered Dulcimer, Irish Whistle); Ken Case (guitar, Irish Tenor Banjo, Irish Bouzouki); John Harrison (Bodhran, Congas, Percussion); and Mary Harrison (Harp, Autoharp).
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FireWeed is an energetic and lively traditional Celtic Band from Northern Michigan. Current members include Kathy Case (Hammered Dulcimer, Irish Whistle); Ken Case (Guitar, Irish Tenor Banjo, Irish Bouzouki); John Harrison (Bodhran, Congas, Percussion); and Mary Harrison (Autoharp). They perform at festivals, concerts, banquets, churches, art shows, weddings, and other special events. They also share their music through their recordings. They have recorded four CD's.
The group is described as "tight" in their sound as they blend a number of traditional acoustic instruments. They play tunes with a range of tempos so that their recordings are never boring or repetitive.
Their name "FireWeed" comes from a flower that grows in the wild. It is one of the first plants to grow back after the the devastation of a forest fire. It is a bittersweet reminder of beauty that is born of fire. It survives because of its deep root. The band sees this as a symbol of their music. The tunes they perform have a deep root in tradition that has allowed them to survive and thrive through generations.
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.
hey what's good, i hope ur weekend went well for u. mine went alright jus was workin way too much but hey that's apart of life.. This years gone by pretty quick and before u know it christmas will be hear soon. i've been workin real hard on my solo mixtape it's comin along real nice.. i'll make sure to kept u informed on when it drops..
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.
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.
Hoping you had a peace-filled Christmas ... that cabin certainly would've been the perfect setting! I know your new hymn CD will be wonderful -- those are great selections. Love, Marcille
Thank you for your kind words and comments! Its really something wonderful to fathom all the talent here. Stay strong in doing all you love! And please feel free to keep in touch and drop me a message or a comment anytime you'd like. Keep me updated on what's up and how you're doing.
On November 17th, my first new age style listening adventure, "Desert Seas" will be released. Please search for Miss Kristin on Itunes and you will find all 8 of my unique and special CDs. Check em out! Some rock and some groove, I'm sure you will find one just right for you!
Here are a few FREE tracks for now~ Click on the download button and then the GREEN CLICK HERE button! Save em to your computer :-)
We have lots more great music in store for you in the coming year too, so be patient, hold tight, stay tuned and sit righ
Sorry about the dismal weather. When we were in Ireland last July, we were told that it had rained 40 days straight before our arrival. We can't imagine that! We were fortunate to see Ireland's best weather for part of our stay.
Hey there! That was really nice of you to say such a sweet thing. I am enjoying listening to your heartfelt music. It's great. Thanks for leading me over here. :)
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