Kelly Valleau is a spanish fingerstyle guitarist hailing from the "Great White North", that's Canada if yeah didn't know eh!....the breeding ground for spanish fingerstyle guitarists. A performer, composer, arranger, transcriber, teacher, student and all around good guy. This multi-dimensional guitarist has forged a unique solo guitar style, firmly rooted in classical composition with modern guitar techniques.
"Musica para la Guitarra"
- is the first solo cd from Kelly Valleau. Nine originals and a couple killer arrangements to tweak your ears. Dark, dissonant, melodic, rhythmic music....HEAVY WOOD!!
Live, one-on-one guitar lessons for all levels and styles. Great rates and the first lesson/meeting is free! Send me a message for further details. Download Skype
oh kelly, i love your hommage to barrios.. and you are realy incredable.. i'm always estonished when i come to listen and watch you.. yeah, send you flowers from here
Happy Canada day! As a special treat for our country's birthday, I've uploaded a preview of the in-progress "One Man Death Squad" album. The song is called "National Identity Crisis," so come check it out!
Hello friends
I am very happy to announce that my latest album "Scutmai".
You can purchase on ITUNES, Rhapsody, Napster, eMusic, IMVU, Amazon MP3, Lala, Shockhound, Amie Street.
Thank you very much
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I could sure use your vote at Hoss the Boss Radio for the JUNE SONG OF THE MONTH CONTEST. You don't have to register, just place a check beside MIKE PARRISH - BLUE JEAN BABY & click VOTE! that's ALL there is to it! THANK YOU!
Virtuoso stuff! But Kelly, the nature and high standarad of the guitar work totally conflicts with the Rockabilly/Psychobilly you've got on your header!!!
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.