Joe - violins, mandolin, vocals, bodhran., production and arrangements. ..
Martin Barter - keyboards, vocals, and arrangements. ..
Si Hayden - guitars, vocals.
Adrian Litvinoff - bass.
Brendan J.Rayner - drums, percussion.
The Celtic-fusion sound of Shkayla has evolved since band leader and ace electric fiddle-player moved to Coventry in 1998.
Limerick-born Joe’s career has included work with former Steeleye Span members, Terry and Gay Woods, dynamic fiddle-driven rock band East of Eden and the late, great Irish bluesman Rory Gallagher.
Singing songs in English and Gaelic and playing soaring fiddle melodies and improvisations, Joe is accompanied by versatile guitarist Si Hayden, experienced keyboards player Martin Barter, rock and jazz-influenced bass player Mark Fulton and drummer Brendan J.Rayner.
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.
Your friendly, mutley collection of musical pooches are back at the Denbigh Arms, Monks Kirby near Rugby this Sunday evening for a fun-packed evening of frolics. Musicians and audiences are welcome - you're welcome to join the pack for the craic!
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