La BANDUCA DE GAITAS GARABANDUYA, nace en Torrelavega, a finales del año 2007.
Se crea con el fin de disfrutar y hacer disfrutar, con nuestras actuaciones allá donde se nos requiera y a su vez difundir nuestro folclore. Nuestro repertorio, consta de temas tradicionales de Cantabria, compuesto de jotas a lo pesao, a lo ligero, pasacalles, panceaos, valses, marchas procesionales, tonadas, etc….
Su formación esta compuesta por cuatro gaitas afinadas en Do, tambor tradicional de caja de madera, pandereta y bombo. Sus componentes van ataviados, con los trajes tradicionales de nuestra región.
Por su composición la BANDUCA DE GAITAS GARABANDUYA, no requiere de grandes medios técnicos, siendo ideal para amenizar las pequeñas fiestas de nuestro municipio, pasacalles, romerías, procesiones, etc.…
La duración de nuestras actuaciones, se puede adaptar al tipo de espectáculo que se nos requiera, al disponer de un amplio repertorio.
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Banduca de Gaitas "GARABANDUYA"'s Friend Space (Top 39)
I invite you to listen to my version of the popular british song "Greensleeves" with a "touch" of spanish guitar. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!. Amparo García-Otero. Singer and songwriter. Spain.
Os invito a escuchar mi versión de la popular canción británica "Greensleeves" con un "toque" de guitarra española, incluida en mi nuevo álbum "Nadie es más que nadie". ¡Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo!. Amparo García-Otero. Folk, cantautora.
Buenas. Xa podeis escuitar 7 temas del noso primer disco nel noso Myspace. Música pra bailar y pasarlo ben. Presentación del disco el día 2 de Enero nel Auditorio de Tapia de Casariego. Folkgazais forever. Posiblemente el miyor disco dos Folkgazais. Un disco brillante (Sobre todo por a parte d'atrás).
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..?
¡Qué bonito y entrañable el sonido de vuestras gaitas! Me traen hermosos recuerdos de mis viajes por esas tierras cántabras. Un abrazo y enhorabuena por vuestro trabajo. Amparo García-Otero. Folk, cantautora. Cuarto CD "Juglares del Duero", junto a Nino Sánchez. Próximo CD "Nadie es más que nadie".
Thank you for connecting! I'm offering one free original MP3 download to my new MySpace friends, just let me know the name of which track would you like to get and I'll tell you where to download it for free.
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.
