Graikoi: Katerina Ellinidou:vocals,
Soumeli Ellinidou:vocals,
Panagiotis Ellinidis:clarinet-vocals,
Rhea Ellinidou:percussions-vocals,
Loukas Metaxas:Laouto-vocals.
"GRAIKOI" are working with the colaboration of other musicians, like Asterios Trakas, Makis Mpaklatzis, Kyriakos Petras, Tasos Kalogeras or Dimitris Katsoulis:violin, Evangelos Paschalides:santouri, Vassilis Ottas:trompet and many bouzouki and accordeon players...
Influences
All the anonymous musicians that kept and keep Greek traditional music alive! Also: Grigoris Kapsalis, Tasos Chalkias, Achileas Chalkias, Christos Zotos, Petroloukas Chalkias, Pagona Athanasiou, Antonis Kyritsis, Harisiadis, Takis Karnavas, Vasilis Soukas, Stauros Kapsalis, Sofia Kollitiri, Filio Pirgaki, Kasiaras, Mitsos Bouzalis, Ntagalas, Gioulekas, Hristos Tzitzimikas, Papakostas, Fotis Halkias, Kariofillis Doitsidis, Nikos Alvanopoulos, Kyriakos Petras, Konitopoulou family, Manolis Papageorgiou, Tasia Vera, Stathis Koukoularis, Kyriakos Gouventas, Manos Achalinotopoulos...
"Graikoi", (sounds: Graekee), was formed in 2006 from Katerina Ellinidou/vocals , her son Panagiotis/clarinet (22), her 2 dauters Rhea/percussions (18), Soumeli/vocals (16) and Loukas Metaxas/laouto.
They play traditional music from Greece, especially from Epirus and Thessalia, but also from other regions that music is played with the same instruments like Western Thrace, Western and Eastern Makedonia, North and Central Aegean Greek Islands, Roumeli and Peloponnese.
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.
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