People say: Marta Sebestyen, Enya, Clannad, Lisa Gerrard, Sally Oldfield, Dead Can Dance, Deep Forest, Kate Bush with the Trio Bulgarka, Ofra Haza, Iren Lovasz, Katalin Szvorak, Beata Palya,
"The enigmatic Hungarian female voice", Andrea Gerak experiments with traditional songs, mainly with those coming from her country, approaching them from different angles. Traditional, new age or acappella interpretations: mystery, magic, beauty, supernatural embraced in her timeless songs. She meets an increasing demand from musicians to use her voice for various projects, from all over the planet.
She had her first stage performance at the age of 5. From a few years later on, she has been dancing and singing in several folklore groups in Hungary, in the Borsod, Avas, Csepel and Bartok dance ensembles where she was often the soloist. As a dancer, she appears in the Golden Bear awarded movie Music Box by Constantinos Costa-Gavras.
Today Andrea lives in Sweden and is mostly involved in singing. She takes the listener to a trip to the melodies of various ethnicities such as Irish or Gypsy, and staying true to her roots, she sings Hungarian folk songs as her main profile, performing them A Cappella or as World Fusion, lending her unmistakable voice to compositions of international artists.
Performed in most of the countries of Europe at festivals, clubs, exhibition openings, churches, private, corporate and community events.
Hiya, thanks for being a friend - I enjoyed visiting YourSpace :-) Keep it up May your life be full of love, light and fun... hugs SOREN - Beats for change - NYERTUN
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..?
Hi my darling:)) Thank you wery much!!! Love women in Hungary!!!! Have a great beautiful weeken"music" Good luck with everything! Take care,much love Zbyszek. Love your voice and songs!
Doing wonderfully well Andrea! How are you? I am going to be working on some new music in the next month or so and would still love to do something with you.
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.
Please sign this petition for me ...regarding our rainforests..administered by prince william buckingham palace :D thanks so much!! 
Marybela xo 
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