DEBUT ALBUM OUT NOW!
After less than a year Hot Griselda releases first album!
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Op de vlucht voor Ierse traditionele muziek zocht uillean piper Stijn van Beek in de hersfstkou van 2007 warmte bij een folkbal te Nijmegen. Geheel ontsnappen bleek echter al snel een illusie: nog voor hij voet op de dansvloer kon zetten, kwamen de klanken van de Ierse pipes hem al tegemoet, deze keer bespeeld door multi-instrumentalist Toon van Mierlo. Ten gevolgen van deze merkwaardige ontmoeting besloten Toon en Stijn samen te gaan spelen met de twee befaamde snarenwonders Jeroen Geerinck en Kaspar Laval. Hot Griselda was geboren. En zij was heter dan heetst, vetter dan vetst en bij tijd en wijle heel gevoelig...
Hot Griselda heeft de folkscene overrompeld met een verrassingsaanval. Na Haar eerste optreden op het Boombalfestival in de zomer van 2008 volgde een stormachtig jaar waarin Zij de "hearts and minds" won van de folkies in België, Nederland en zelfs in Portugal. Binnen een jaar kwam Haar eerste album uit, met maar liefst dertien stomende folktracks waarin echo's doorklinken van Ierse, Vlaamse en Bretonse muziek en af en toe ook van heavy metal.
Trying to escape Irish traditional music uilleann piper Stijn van Beek ended up at a folkbal in Nijmegen, looking for some shelter for the autumn cold of 2007. But apparently there was no escape. Before he even managed to enter the dancefloor the haunting sound of the Irish pipes surrounded him once again, this time played by multi-instrumentalist Toon van Mierlo. As a result of this most remarkable meeting Toon and Stijn decided to start playing together with two renowned string-prodigies: Kaspar Laval and Jeroen Geerinck. Hot Griselda was born. And She was hotter than hot, bigger than huge and at times quite sensitive...
Hot Griselda hit the folkscene by surprise and hit it hard. After Her first appearance at Boombalfestival summer 2008 a stormy year followed during which She conquered the hearts and minds of the folkies throughout Belgium, Holland and even Portugal. Within a year Her first album was out, containing thirteen steamy tracks of folk with echoes from Ireland, Flanders, Brittany and even heavy metal.
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..?
Incredible concerts at the Andanças festival! Hot Griselda roooooocks! We were dazzled with your music, so great both to hear and dance. Great tunes, great arrangements, and superb musicians! I can't wait to see you back in Portugal! I just hope that day comes very very soon! Cheers. Daniel
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.
bonjour a vous content de vous avoir découvert en live en Belgique! de très belles mélodies et arrangements! hate de pouvoir danser à nouveau sur vos musiques ! amitiés seby ..
Hello Jeroen,it was a pleasure to have you step in at Le Grand Bal de Bath, really great performances, look forward to meeting up again sometime. T & J
