Henrik Jansberg - Fiddle and Viola Rasmus Zeeberg - Guitar and Mandolin Rasmus Brylle - Percussion Steffan S. Sørensen - Double-Bass and Fiddle Perry Stenbäck - Guitar, Mandolin and Nyckelharpe
Henrik Jansberg is one of the most talented young fiddlers on the Danish
folk music scene.
A graduate of the Carl Nielsen Academy in Odense and has already played in many countries: Denmark, Canada, Estonia, England, Finland, USA, Ireland, Sweden, Norway and Japan, both solo and with various bands.
Henrik Jansberg, born into the Danish dance music tradition, has ..the touch.. the rythm and the right swing, which is the essence on of this music. He has gathered inspiration for his playing from many sources, as can be heard on his double award winning debut CD "SIGNATUR" and on the brand new CD "OMNIVOR", which also shows up his composition skills.
Henrik Jansberg plays with some of Denmarks best folk musicians in Duo, Quartet or Band constellation.
ha, hope the scottish tour was brill... lovely to meet you at shetland fest!! cu around the road maybe one fine day!! photos now and then... lievehugsx
Hey Guys - how super having you guys in Shetland. I think you win the prize for being the biggest party animals!! You were brilliant both on and off stage. Take Care, Da Committee x
Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!!Vi skal til shetland/skotland, hurra!!! kh P
Tirsdag d.22 vil klub:FILMKLUB fremvise "American Zeitgeist"! En film om krigen mod terror og om hvordan de magtfulde mennesker i verden udnytter religiøse ledere til at styrer folket. mm.
Kom forbi til en øl og en fantastisk film kl. 20.00 på tirsdag!
Lidt om filmen: Before the United States entered the crossfire of war and nation-building in Afghanistan and Iraq, and suicide bombs poured flames across the skylines of London, Beslan, Madrid, Istanbul, Bali and downtown Manhattan, there was an optimistic moment at the turn of the millennium, when almost anything seemed possible.
But with the War on Terrorism entering its sixth year, that pre-9/11 spirit already seems a long way behind us. As public relations disasters like the Abu Ghraib and Guantánamo Bay prison scandals roil throughout the Muslim world, images of the kidnapping and execution of Americans and civilian contractors by a committed insurgency offer chilling evidence of the hatred provoked by U.S. foreign policy in recent years. American soldiers—and twenty times the number of Iraqis—are dying every week in lands where they are seen as occupiers. Meanwhile, only the barest roots of democracy have taken hold in the rattled capitals of Baghdad and Kabul.
With instability looming across a swath of territories in the Middle East, and Al Qaeda vowing to attack America at home again, an alarming amount remains unclear about the extent of the dangers we are facing. Rumors of Osama bin Laden's imminent death or capture waft intermittently through the media, while fear of intifada-style attacks are an unspoken tension on subways in every major city.
Tak for add'en, og tak for musikken. Det bestyrker mig i min for tiden akkumulerende mistanke om, at jeg skal spille mere folk og fiddle-beslægtet eller i hvert fald fiddle-beriget musik, :-)
(Just enjoyed your music and, 20 years ago, a visit to your country.)
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace -
2 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: 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.
