Labhaoise has been singing for many years but started out working in film, working behind the scenes on numerous productions such as ‘Adam And Paul’, ‘Lassie’ and ‘Breakfast On Pluto’.
However, she chose to leave the Film world and concentrate more on her singing after a chance meeting with song-writer Len Arran, long time songwriting partner with Skin, and Multi-Platinum award winning band Skunk Anansie in late 2006.
Another chance meeting lead to Labhaoise and Len being introduced to Maria Angeles Alcala, a wonderfully gifted Viola player from Cordoba, Spain who is a graduate of the Rafael Orozco College, later studying with Felix Schwartz.
This collaboration has produced a collection of honest, intimate and very personal songs.
For an eponymous 3 track EP, recorded both in Ireland and the UK, Labhaoise was joined by drummer Mark Richardson, (Little Angels, Skunk Anansie, Feeder) who took time away from touring to lay down some beautifully subtle drum tracks.
Labhaoise also has a deep appreciation for Irish Traditional music and has performed abroad on numerous occasions with the exhilarating and critically acclaimed Irish music & dance show 'Celtic Legends'. Labhaoise also performs regularly with the Kinvara Trio, a highly accomplished musical group whose repertoire combines classical, traditional and modern styles.
Labhaoise has performed live in the UK, France and throughout Ireland, drawing praise from all who hear her voice.
www.labhaoisebrennan.com
Labhaoise Brennan [ Lee-sha ] | Arkadaşlar (En İyi 14)
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..?
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line and THE WIND TOOK MY HAT LAST NIGHT in the message then I'll have
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