Her på siden kan du høre mig spille diatonisk harmonika, guitar og mandolin i nogle af de sammenhænge jeg arbejder i, bl.a. Pørtners Komplot, der arbejder med traditionelt og nyskrevet musik til koncertbrug, og Musikdirektør Rasmusens Balorkester, der spiller traditionelt musik til bal og dans.
Jeg indspiller også løbende nogle af mine egne numre, de kommer her på siden lidt efter lidt...
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Hello. My name is Frey Klarskov, and I am a musican on diatonic accordeon and guitar. On this page you can find some of my own music and some links to my other bands, Pørtners Komplot (contemporary folk music) and Musikdirektør Rasmussens Balorkester (traditional danish dance music). Enjoy!
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.
Hvis du har tid og lyst er du meget velkommen på Kulturmaskinen i Odense onsdag den 4. november kl 19, der er en sjælden chance for at komme til Thybal med Skaarup & Bugge! Tag gerne både nogle venner, en lille punch og danseskoene med, vi glæder os :-)
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.
Hi Fred, thanks for being friends in the endless depth of MySpace. Fine dance-tunes, Felicia D'Amore is great - well, that's the bassplayer in me ;-) Hannes (see comment downwards) and I are on the road with our local dancing-scene for ages, too. Keep on folkin' ...... Skol, Cheers, Sláinte, Prost, Detlef
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem cum song 2 of 230: 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.
thank you so much for adding me. May the Force be with You and your wonderful squeezebox-playing. All the best wishes,peace,bliss and vigour of the mind
J'ai passé un joli moment en écoutant Felicia d'Armore. Si tu viens en France et tu passes par le Mans, la porte sera ouverte pour échanger quelques notes de musique. pp
