Born in the G.D.R., Summer 1974.
Wanted to be a tap dancing elvis presley as a child.
An astronaut as a teenager. Singing and dancing Kate Bush songs on the enchanted meadows of her unworldly hometown.
Autodidact, grooving on her own,
until she met vocal trainer Neil Semer in 1995, who taught her to sing out loud (with a little help from Richard Wagner and Judy Garland).
She worked with Einstürzende Neubauten-Drummer F.M. Einheit, with Katharina Franck (Rainbirds) and the "Ensemble für alte Musik Oberhausen" on a Monteverdi-Elektro-Fusion.
In 1997, she formed the triphop-band RECORDER, with programmer and keyboarder Daniel Dorsch and drummer Jacob Thein. but it doesn..t exist anymore.
At present, she..s playing, recording and rehearsing with her new-old swing band LOUISE GOLD UND DIE HERREN QUARZ (Borwin Kohnert: guitar, Heiko Grumpelt: double bass, Julian Gretschel: trombone).
louise gold is living and working in berlin/ germany.
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Hey, nice singing Louise. Greetings to you out there in Berlin. We're experiencing constant rainfall in Ireland so that you folks in Europe can have a dry Summer. Well, something like that, peace, Cal
Es un libro de poesías, donde quizás no se encuentre ni un solo rastro de poesía. Es una de esas tormentas que arrasa con toda una ciudad dejando a la luz todo lo que se lleva dentro para así despojarnos de todo ese maquillaje pegado sobre nuestros rostros (sobre nuestra historia). Es una de esas tormentas llenas de amor, tragedias, esperanzas, desolación, odio, incomprensión, cariño, amistad… Donde cada gota fría entra por los poros buscando la esencia, eso de lo que estamos hechos. Ira es el capricho absurdo de un corazón que se niega a detener sus latidos mientras todo cae alrededor. Ira no admite ningún obstáculo dispuesto a asesinar lo noble, lo fértil de cada corazón. Ira se odia a si mismo. Ira es su propio espejo.
O intenta serlo.
Lo podes encontrar en tiendas, distribuidoras, ferias o personalmente escribiendo a corazones_en_llamas@hotmail.com
nota importante:
Ira esta en la búsqueda constante de aquellos que crean estar interesados en distribuirlo.//
Ira
It is a poetry book that might not have the faintest clue of poetry. It is one of those storms that sweeps a whole city away leaving in sight all what one have inside to divest us of all make-up glued on our faces (on our history). It is one of those storms full of love, tragedy, hope, devastation, hatred, discord, endearment, friendship… A place when every cold drop penetrates our pores searching for its essence, the stuff we were made of. Ira is the absurd whim of a heart that refuses to stop beating while the surrounding world keeps falling apart. Ira admits no obstacle that might intend to assassinate virtue or fertility in everyman’s heart.
thank you! my bday was fun and Goodbye Wavers played (myspace.com/goodbyewavers). oh my god, i can't wait to hear about your trip! i would love to practice some tunes with you when you're back. love, peter
